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   And 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 you're 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 you're still a man      Aw you're dressed up like a little girl   Just shootin' the breeze, down on your knees   Money man, oh money man