Money Man

(E. King, J. Van Zant)
 This song goes out to all the money men
 He drives around in a fancy car
 Smokes those long cuban cigars
 He don't know how to play guitar
 He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star
 We play music got families to feed
 Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read
 If we get a dollar you know he gets three
 It ain't hard to figure out it's as simple as can be
 Don't ask me, ask the money man
 These boys are livin' in a fantasy land
 I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man
 I'll be long gone before they understand
 My promises are strong like a road made out of sand
 I wanna be your money man
 My mortgage is picked up by the band
 I wanna be your money man
 The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van
 Don't ask me, ask the money man
 You boys are livin' in fantasy land
 You signed the dotted line I'm takin' all I can
 Your money's lookin' good in my retirement plan
 That's just the way it is when you're playin' in a band
 That's my money man down on his knees
 He ain't prayin' but he damn sure ought to be
 He's at a place where money doesn't grow on trees
 And all his prison buddies doin' more than shoot the breeze
 How does it feel no money man?
 Not too good
 What did you do with my money man?
 Well I a... Well a you know a...
 How does it feel to be a honey man?
 Are you sure that your still a man?
 Aw your dressed up like a little girl
 Just shootin' the breeze
 Down on your knees
 Money man
 Oh, money man...