Money - Liz Phair

Elvis’s is probably 30 years old

He looks like a Saab in '45

Cliff says he’s got a headache

Looks like shit and feels like America

Looks like shit and feels like America

Teach them kids about disease (?)

'Cause Lois can’t think of anything to run from (?)

And you just can’t get up anymore (?)

They just can’t get up anymore

Looks like shit and feels like America

Looks like shit and feels like America

Why fly when you can walk?

Why sing when you can talk?

Why hit the wall when you just punched the clock?

Oh why sing when you can talk?

Jeremy’s talking about the Bronx

He thinks it’s probably a bad place to be He says, it’s gonna be worse than Manhattan

Looks like shit and feels like America

Looks like shit and feels like America

Take the train on up to the zoo

Don’t look on what you didn’t do

'Cause everybody’s got a Monday

Looks like shit and feels like America

Looks like shit and feels like America

It’s nice to be liked

But it’s better by far to get paid

I know that most of the friends that I had

Don’t really see it that way

But if you could give 'em each one wish

How much do you wanna bet?

They’d wish success for themselves and their friends

And that would include lots of money

That would surely include lots of money

So if there are any of you little green elves

Sitting out there today

Step right up, wish me old Irish luck

But I also need shitloads of money

And if there are any of you dirty rich old men

Sitting out there today

Step right up, I’m a lucky fuck

But I’m gonna need shitloads of money

I’m gonna need shitloads of money

I have got to have shitloads of money