The Money Tribute Lyrics

Honey honey

Where's your mister

Mister mister

Where's your money

Money money

Where's the cents at

Where's the sense at

I can't seem to find it

Spilled coffee on my shirt

When I stepped on the train

The drivers reading a newspaper

Cause he's got half of a brain

It seems like countries out to get us

Always on the radio

The news has made us all the sheep

And they just tell us where to go

Money is the goal

It also seems to be the dream

All made from paper, black ink

But it doesn't grow on trees

The ball and chain are pullin' hard

And this time seems to be a lot

The times run out, the clocks burnt out

And Uncle Sam just got shot

Honey honey

Where's your mister

Mister mister

Where's your money

Money money

Where's the cents at

Where's the sense at

I can't seem to find it

Honey honey

Where's your mister

Mister mister

Where's your money

Money money

Where's the cents at

Where's the sense at

I can't seem to find it