Song for a Dollar

You've written your songs for a dollar
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