Tin Cup Serenade - Money Is King Lyrics
Just pop him in your pocket, like puppet on a stringWe spin him right around, and he'll do most anythingthey vote for Oba ma but his way of giving thanksis taking all their money just to give it to our banksbut if they need a loan they will quickly come to seethe value of the property just ain’t what it should be.Not a soul will ask a thingJust pop him in your pocketcuz you know that money is kingTime for your bonus, here's a pile it's just for youbecause you helped us infect us with this economic fluebut we need more flesh, because we're too big to failWhatever we do they can’t ut us all in jailBut from this upper floor you can see people down belowIt must be sad to find that suddenly you're poorIt’s such a beautiful thingJust pop him in your pocketcuz you know that money is kingRomney’s his name, we think he’ll do just fineWe’ll puff him full of air and well float him on a lineSo we got a blue a red one tooWe know that he will lose though he looks so fresh and newyou pull a chord to make his teeth move up and downhe’ll give a smile as we spin him round and roundturn a screw he’ll even singwhy bother with the polls because you know that money is kingJust pop them in your pocket like two puppets on a stringwe’ll write all the songs and we’ll tell them what to singwe’ll sell more guns so they’ll be scared to step out sideour superpacs will choke their little chains until they’re wiseand if the Congressmen won’t play with our card deckswe’ll sick the NRA right down upon their neckssimply nothing they can doIn this stinking evil world we lovethey know that money is kingAnd now they’re crying at the Chevron PlantIt’s just a little fire it’s like a nest of antsThey’re whining that it happened only 7 years agoAnd now they do not like it when the wind begins to blowwe’ll say we’re working hard to find a simple curethey know they caaan’t do anything because they’re poorit’s got a musical ringjust pop them in your pocket cuz you know that money is kingEven a dog can run around and pick up bones,Salt fish, codfish, meat ond pone;If it´s a good breed and not too wild,People will take it and mind like a child.But a hungry man goes out to beg,They will set the bulldog behind his leg.Sad to tell you but it’s trueThis country is sewn up becauseyou know that Money is king
