| Money Becomes King
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| If you reach back in your memory
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| A little bell might ring
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| About a time that once existed
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| When money wasn’t king
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| If you stretch your imagination
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| I’ll tell you all a tale
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| About a time when everything
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| Wasn’t up for sale
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| There was this cat named johnny
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| Who loved to play and sing
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| When money wasn’t king
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| We’d all get so excited when
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| John would give a show
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| We’d raise the cash between us And down the road we’d go To hear him play that music
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| It spoke right to my soul
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| Every verse a diamond
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| And every chorus gold
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| The sound was my salvation
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| It was only everything
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| Before money became king
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| Well I ain’t sure how it happened
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| And i don’t know exactly when
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| But everything got bigger
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| And the rules began to bend
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| And they taught the people
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| How to get their hair to shine
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| And how sweet life can be If you keep a tight behind
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| And they raised the cost of living
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| And could we have known
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| They’d doubled the price of tickets
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| To go see johnny’s show
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| So we hocked all our possessions
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| And we sold a little dope
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| And went off to rock and roll
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| We arrived there early
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| In time to see rehearsal
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| And john came out and lip-synched
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| His new lite beer commercial
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| And as the crowd arrived
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| As far as i could see
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| The faces were all different
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| There was no one there like me They sat in golden circles
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| And waiters served them wine
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| And they talked through al the music
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| And to john paid little mind
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| And way up in the nosebleeds
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| We watched him on the screen
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| They’d hung between the billboards
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| So cheaper seats could see
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| Johnny rocked that golden circle
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| And all those VIP’s
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| And that music that had freed us Became a tired routine
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| And i saw his face in close-up
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| Trying to give it all he had
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| And sometimes his eyes betrayed him
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| You could see that he was sad
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| And i tried to rock on with him
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| But i slowly became bored
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| Could that man on stage
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| With everything
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| Somehow needed more?
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| There was no use in pretending
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| No magic left to hear
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| All the music gave me Was a craving for lite beer
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| As i walked out of the arena
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| My ears began to ring
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| And money became king
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