It's Money That Matters - Randy Newman

Of all of the people that I used to know

Most never adjusted to the great big world

I see 'em lurking in bookstores

Workin' for the public radio

Carryin' their babies around in sacks on their backs

Movin' careful and slow

It’s money that matters

Hear what I say

It’s money that matters

In the U.S.A

All of these people are much brighter than I

In any fair system they would flourish and thrive

But they barely survive

They eke out a living

They barely survive

When I was a young boy, maybe thirteen

I took a hard look around me, asked «What does it mean?»

So I talked to my father;

he didn’t know

I talked to my friend;

he didn’t know

I talked to my brother;

he didn’t know

I talked to everybody that I knew

It’s money that matters

Now, you know that it’s true

It’s money that matters

Whatever you do

I talked to a man lived up on the county line

I was washin' his car with a friend of mine

He was a little fat guy in a red jumpsuit

I said, «That looks kinda funny»;

he said, «I know it does too —

But I got a great big house on the hill here

Great big blonde wife inside it

Great big pool in my back yard

Another great big pool beside it!

Sonny, it’s money that matters

Hear what I say

It’s money that matters

In the U.S.A

It’s money that matters

Now, you know that it’s true

It’s money that matters

Whatever you do"