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If I were a guitar, 
I'd like to be played by BB King
If I were a little dog, 
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man, 
Who needs to be
on the front
Ya find the face of George Washington
Make money baby that's all I do
That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two
Abraham Lincoln got shot
nothing like we'd ever dreamt
Or lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
And becase it made no money nobody saved no one's life this time

So we
Make money, money, make money, money
Save money, money, save money, money

Left high school at sixteen, pick an identity
Entrepreneurial dreams, find
THE THINGS THAT MATTER MOST TO ME
WRITERS DON PITTMAN, BILL TAYLOR, THOMAS LAVERNE

Yes there are many precious mem'ries that I'd like to recall
low down, dirty ways
Well, now drinkin' whiskey an runnin' round
Little girl, that's all you crave

Well now, an I give you my money, baby
N' you left
To save my soul I can't get a date,
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight.
Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
They're comin' through the T.V.
To save my soul I can't get a date, 
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight. 
Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne 
They're comin' thru the T.V.
You say you wanna rock and you say you wanna roll
And the tide is for the money come by
To make it through the night
And take you to height
To save my soul I can't get a date,
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight.
Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
They're comin' through the T.V.
money, try to stay ahead
Make that money till ya drop dead
Make that money, now you're on your own
Now that bank won't give you a loan

Work your fingers
"Though I may seem callous" cried old Thomas Malthus,
"Paupers are better off dead.
That we have to feed them is something we need
Like a musket shot
copy of "Honey,"
Back on the street by Monday
Sweet Boy, but tell me where does that leave me, boy
Save the satin undies, don't pluck out your
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]

No more time to waste
Let's fly into space
Crossing the universe
I can see the star light

With the speed
trying to tell everybody,
About somebody, who can save anybody.

And he said, On the streets day and night,
That's my life, that's my home,
Ain't got
on you
That's why you gotta stay on point
Be aware of what's goin' on and hold it down, from us to you...

[Carl Thomas]
As ya world goes up and down
reading common sense by Thomas Paine
So men say that I’m intense or I’m insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation
So listen to my declaration
Thomas Jefferson walks in a bar with Newt Gingrich on his shoulders.
Bartender says, "Who's the arrogant windbag?"
Jefferson says, "That's Newt
To save my soul I can't get a date
Baby's got it tuned on channel eight
Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
They're comin' through the T.V.
George Washington, Thomas Jefferson
Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay
Names synonymous with the spirit of our country
Founding fathers
by sayin' fuck you,
Its Young Money, Cash Money playboy,
Its about the size of it, at the roof top,
So hot up here nigga, lets go!

[Chorus]
Take
Day by day, night after night
Blinded by the neon lights
Hurry here, hustlin' there
No one's got the time to spare

Money's tight, nothin' free
Won't
was one of a kind and a fine - hm
I once was infatuated by the things that you do
But now you're doodoo
It's all about respectin yourself

In order
that not ev'ry issue can be settled by committee

Meanwhile

Congress is fighting over where to put the capital

It isn't pretty
Then Jefferson
a pound and everyday (?) is on
That means I got the grams like an old folks' home
Bitches licking on the dick like its Mister Softee
Blowing all on it