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 livin´ 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 wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh they´re sleepin´ out in the van

Don´t ask me ask the money man
You boys are livin´ in fantasy land
You signed the dotted line I´m takin´ all I can
Your money´s lookin´ good in my retirement plan
That´s just the way it is when your playin´ in a band

That´s my money man down on his knees
He ain´t prayin´ but he damn sure ought to be
He´s at a place where money doesn´t grow on trees
And all his prison buddies doin´ 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 your still a man

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