A Dolla (Live) Lyrics

Pardo dropped in on his sister Lenore

Who was carrying her groceries in through the door

And her eyes grew much wider than ever before

When he asked her what she thought of fame

The monkey replied with a wide-open grin

And a big wind blew by and said nothing but sin

So perhaps that explains all the trouble you're in

And why life to you is just a fucking game

Money for your water, money for your food

Money for the medicine to tranquilize your mood

Money for your lady, money for your dude

Money, like a cockroach jaw, is ancient but it's crude

And it's rude

The bread-fisted man holds his hands overhead

As he wades through the riches of the paupers that he's fed

And all the while, the people of Bloomington, Indiana are eating his lead

And saying, "Mom, can you please pass the butter?"

Mom says, "My child, we've nearly run dry."

As a tear trickles out of her loving son's eye

So she says to her baby, "Shut up now. Don't cry."

"We'll go to the store, not the udder."

Money for your water, money for your food

Money for the medicine to tranquilize your mood

Money for your lady, money for your dude

Money, like a cockroach jaw, is ancient but it's crude

And it's rude

Elmo the priestess rattles her mug

Missing the warmth of her creator's hug

And she's walking the sidewalk of South Walnut Street instead of her rug

And she's wondering on when will the rain fall

So Sammy drives up with a dollar to give,

His ten thousand others, along with his shiv

So he invites her inside, and no longer will she live

For his capital worth makes his own rain fall

Money for your water, money for your food

Money for the medicine to tranquilize your mood

Money for your lady, money for your dude

Money, like a cockroach jaw, is ancient but it's crude

And it's rude