Lyrics:

This song goes out to all the money men

He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long cuban cigars
He don't know how to play guitar
He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star

We play music got families to feed
Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read
If we get a dollar you know he gets three
It ain't hard to figure out it's as simple as can be

Don't ask me, ask the money man

These boys are living in a fantasy land
I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man
I'll be long gone before they understand
My promises are strong like a road made out of sand

I want to be your money man

My mortgage is picked up by the band

I want to be your money man

The boys, oh they're sleeping out in the van

Don't ask me, ask the money man

You boys are living in fantasy land
You signed the dotted line I'm taking all I can
Your money's looking good in my retirement plan
That's just the way it is when you're playing in a band

That's my money man down on his knees
He ain't praying but he damn sure ought to be
He's at a place where money doesn't grow on trees
And all his prison buddies doing more than shoot the breeze

How does it feel no money man
(Not too good)
What did you do with my money man
(Well I a... Well a you know a)
How does it feel to be a honey man
Are you sure that you're still a man?

(Aw your dressed up like a little girl)
Just shootin' the breeze down on your knees
Money man, oh money man