Song for a Dollar - Bobby Darin

Peddle them on the street

You turned out any old thing to sing

'Cause you got to have something to eat

But how many steaks can you chew, boy?

How many cars can you drive?

And how many Moon-in-June tap tunes

Can you write before you’re a lie?

You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler

Louder than the squalor he comes from

Well, you sang your songs for the nations

That’ve been heard around the Earth

You ain’t got no moral

Money is only worth

But how many suits can you wear, boy?

And how many homes can you own?

How many rhymes with dimes limes

Can you turn up before you’re grown?

You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler

Louder than the squalor he comes from

For 32 full seasons, you’ve been playing the game

Part of plan you flim-flam man, get some fortune and fame

But how many times can you lie, boy?

How many games can you play?

Before you get down to TCB

And say what you gotta say

You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler

Louder than the squalor he comes from

Now, you hope it’s being written, long before you’re dead

By autonomous anonymous, guys who think you’re red

But how many do you strive for

Leaving the money express

Till it gets clear that there is no fear

When the man is fully undressed

You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler

Louder than the squalor he comes from