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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: lefthanded guitar Date: 21 Jan 18 - 03:22 AM And, of course, I am thinking of writing a song called All the Monet in the world can't stop Autocorrect from ruining my posts. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: lefthanded guitar Date: 21 Jan 18 - 03:17 AM Here's a few more: The Great Correction - Eliza Gilkeyson (?sp) My Family Built this Town - David Olney, which tells the chilling story of a rich man s son who gets away with murder and says: "we had slaves before the war, we don t need them anymore , Monet talks money always will." A lesser braggart Joe Walsh celebrated his wealth in Life s Been Good to Me So Far. Anyone remember that before Don McClean became a sort of New England country squire, he sang the powerful Orphans of Wealth There But for Fortune I think qualifies as many early Dylan - although indirectly stated, money and lack of it play a part in Hattie Brown, Masters Of War and Like a Rolling Stone. On a lighter side, only money can buy the creature comforts dreamed about in Wouldn't t It Be Lovely But I think I d rather: Imagine a world with no possessions |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: topical tom Date: 18 Jan 18 - 01:02 PM Has anyone mentioned "I'm Changing my Name to Chryslehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgqSEL0N5-w r"? |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: Joe_F Date: 17 Jan 18 - 06:33 PM Empty Pockets Blues |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? (C Porter From: Jim Dixon Date: 17 Jan 18 - 01:46 PM Who knew that the TV game show got its name from this song? Found at YouTube. WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? Written by Cole Porter As sung by Frank Sinatra [S] and Celeste Holm [H] in the film "High Society" (1956) [S] Who wants to be a millionaire? [H] I don't. [S] Have flashy flunkies ev'rywhere? [H] I don't. [S] Who wants the bother of a country estate? [H] A country estate Is something I'd hate. [S] Who wants to wallow in champagne? [H] I don't. [S] Who wants a supersonic plane? [H] I don't. [S] Who wants a private landing field too? [H] Wait. I don't. [S] And I don't, [Both] 'cause all I want is you. [S] Who wants to be a millionaire? [H] I don't. [S] Who wants uranium* to spare? [H] I don't. [S] Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht? [H] Do I want a yacht? Oh, how I do not! Who wants a fancy foreign car? [S] I don't. [H] Who wants to tire of caviar? [S] I don't. Who wants a marble swimming pool too? [H] I don't. [S] And I don't, [Both] 'cause all I want is you. [S] Who wants to be a millionaire? [H] I don't. [S] And go to ev'ry swell affair? [H] I don't. [S] Who wants to ride behind a liveried chauffeur? [H] A liveried chauffeur? Do I want? No sir! [S] Who wants an opera box, I'll bet? [H] I don't. And sleep through Wagner at the Met? [S] I don't. Who wants to corner Cartier's too? [H] I don't. [S] And I don't, [Both] 'cause all I want is you. [* In the 1950s, uranium was a much-talked-about source of new wealth. Prospectors were allegedly combing public lands in the west with a Geiger counter, and getting rich.] |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 29 Jan 17 - 07:03 AM Yankee pay 5 dollars more (available various sources but this one is from the "Half Mind Catalogue of Hash Hymns". Me no like you Blitish sailor Me no like you men of war Me no like you Blitish sailor Yankee pay 5 dollars more Yankee call me honey baby Blitish call me flucking whore (flucking whore) Me no like you Blitish sailor Yankee pay 5 dollars more Yankee tap upon my window Blitish break the flucking door (flucking door) Me no like you Blitish sailor Yankee pay 5 dollars more Yankee bling me sweet led roses Blitish bling me sleet fluck all (sweet fluck all) Me no like you Blitish sailor Yankee pay 5 dollars more Yankee fuck me on the sofa Blitish fuck me on the floor (on the floor) Me no like you Blitish sailor Yankee pay 5 dollars more Yankee leaving on next friday Blitish stay for evermore. Me no like you Blitish sailor Yankee pay 5 dollar more. Sincerely, Gargoyle Why this did not make its way into the DT or at least the rugby monkey boy thread is beyond me. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MY BIG MONEY (Big Bill Broonzy) From: Jim Dixon Date: 28 Jan 17 - 09:35 PM MY BIG MONEY As recorded by Big Bill Broonzy, 1937. I'm on a bum; can't get back home. Can't sleep for dreamin'; I'm all alone. Whoa-oh, but when I had my big money, I had ev'rything goin' my way. I bought a paper; I had it read. I ate my breakfast right in my bed. That was when I had my big money. I had ev'rything goin' my way. My baby told me to take it slow. Uncle Sam might want me to fight some mo', Oh-ho, but when I had my big money, I had ev'rything goin' my way. Now don't be foolish; this is what I know: If I am livin', I'll be too old to go. Whoa-oh, but when I had my big money, I had ev'rything goin' my way. My big money didn't last me long. Had too many friends to spend it on, Oh-oh, but when I had my big money, I had ev'rything goin' my way. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,Phil d'Conch Date: 24 Jan 17 - 11:11 PM Up in a Balloon I am a young and rollicking girl In knowing these facts you will me excuse, I went to Saratoga springs To flirt or to marry who ever I chose. It was there I saw such a charming man, Who knew very well how to dance the Can Can He wore in his jacket a beautiful rose And very soon to me he did propose. Chorus Up in a Balloon Up in a Balloon all among the little stars sailing round the moon, Up in a Balloon, Up in a Balloon, I think't would be a jolly place to spend the Honeymoon. The day was set when I was to be A happy and loving good little wife, And stop my flirting with young men To settle down quietly ever in life. We went to the city a clergy to face, We found him at home and so stated out case He said he was busy and should be till noon Preparing himself for a sail round the moon. Chorus He left me at the clergyman's house While on city friends he went to call, He stayed all night and left me alone And never I thot would come back at all. I dream't I dwelt in marble halls, Sailing around and making calls And if this dream should e'er to pass O what would become of this Lancashire Lass. Chorus And when at last he came back to me I knew by his looks he'd been on a spree, He wanted a license but hadn't the fee He'd spent all his money and borrowed of me. I lent him a thousand and away he went, I waited again till the day was far spent The clergyman said young miss there's foul play You've taken your thousand and thrown it away. Chorus As Sung by Miss Elise Holt of the Elise Holt Burlesque Opera Troupe, Arranged by Harry Birch New York: White, Smith & Perry, 1869 Might be the first mention of the 'mile high club' on record as well. Years before the Wright brothers and Kitty Hawk (whoever she was.) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHAT WILL I DO FOR MY MONEY'S ALL GONE From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Jan 17 - 08:16 PM WHAT WILL I DO FOR MY MONEY'S ALL GONE As recorded by Uncle Eck Dunford & Hattie Stoneman, 1927. I love my Lula Belle, I do, yes, I do, (3x) But I don't expect to see her anymore. I left her in the door on the cold icy floor. (3x) She cried like she never cried before. Them red rosy cheeks I will never get to see. (3x) Oh, darling, won't you come back to me? The sheriff and police they are riding after me. (3x) I'm gone, I'm gone, yes, I'm gone. I dreamed last night that Josephus come home. (3x) He was knocking and banging on my door. I jumped out of bed and I skipped 'cross the floor. (3x) "Josephus don't you knock anymore." Oh, what will I do? For my money is all gone. (3x) You do like you done before. I'll work hard all day and I'll bring it all to you. (3x) Oh, Lula, what more can I do? |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,jim bainbridge Date: 24 Jan 17 - 10:15 AM 'I can't sing like Elvis Presley I can't dance like Fred Astaire But there's one thing in my favour, I'm a millionaire' Shel Silverstein (from 'The Millionaire' |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I'LL NEVER GET OUT OF THIS WORLD ALIVE From: GUEST,Tom Mycock Date: 24 Jan 17 - 09:56 AM Hank Williams - I'LL NEVER GET OUT OF THIS WORLD ALIVE Now, you're lookin' at a man that's gettin' kinda mad I had a lot a luck but it's all been bad No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive My fishin' pole's broke, the creek is full of sand My woman run away with another man No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive My distant uncle passed away And left me quite a batch And I was livin' high until the fatal day A lawyer proved I wasn't born, I was only hatched Everything's agin me and it's got me down If I jumped in the river I would probably drown No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive These shabby shoes I'm wearin' all the time Is full of holes and nails And brother, if I stepped on a worn-out dime I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails I'm not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow 'Cause nothin's ever gonna be alright no-how No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,Pete Kiddle Date: 24 Jan 17 - 03:19 AM From Will Fyffe, 1885-1947, He of 'I belong to Glasgow' fame:- TWELVE AND A TANNER A BOTTLE 1. It's really high time that something was done To alter the way that the country is run. They're not doing things in the way that they should. Just take for instance the price of the food. CHORUS: Twelve and a tanner a bottle, that's what it's costin the day. Twelve and a tanner a bottle! It takes all the pleasure away. Before ye can get a wee drappie, ye have to spend all that ye've got. How can a fella be happy when happiness costs such a lot? 2. There's taxes on this, taxes on that. While we're getting lean, the officials get fat. You must admit it's a bit underhand, Puttin a tax on the breath of the land, CHORUS: For it's twelve.... 3. Noo I used to meet with some old pals o mine, When whiskey was cheap an it went doon like wine. Noo I never meet them, I'm sorry to tell. I dodge roond the corner an I drink by mysel, CHORUS: Since it's twelve.... |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MONEY, HONEY (Clyde McPhatter & Drifters) From: Jim Dixon Date: 23 Jan 17 - 11:02 PM MONEY, HONEY As recorded by Clyde McPhatter and the Drifters, 1953. You know the landlord rang my front-door bell. I let it ring for a long, long spell. I went to the window and peeked(?) through the blind, And asked him to tell me what was on his mind. He said: "Money, honey. Yes, money, honey. Mm-hm, money honey, If you want to stay here with me." I was … and so hard-pressed, I called the woman that I loved best. I fin'ly got my baby 'bout half-past three. She said: "I'd like to know what you want with me." I said: "Money, honey. Ahh, money, honey. Money, honey, If you want to get along with me." She screamed and said: "What's wrong with you? From this day on, our romance is through." I said: "Tell me, baby, face to face, How could another man take my place?" She said: "Money, honey. Mm-hm, money, honey. Oh, money, honey, If you want to get along with me." Now I've learned my lesson and now I know: The sun may shine and the winds may blow. Women may come and women may go, But before I say I love 'em so, I want money, honey. Ooh, money, honey. Oh, money, honey, If you want to get along with me. (If you want to get along) oh, it may sound funny, (If you want to get along) but I ain't jivin' you, honey, (If you want to get along) you gotta give up some money, If you want to get along with me. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,Phil d'Conch Date: 23 Jan 17 - 10:32 PM Best investment advice dear old dad ever gave: God Bless the Child (Holiday & Herzog, 1939) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BRING ME SOME MONEY, HONEY (Pat Flowers) From: Jim Dixon Date: 23 Jan 17 - 08:10 PM BRING ME SOME MONEY, HONEY As recorded by Pat Flowers, 1947. Go bring me some money, honey, 'fore my love grows cold. Go bring me some money, honey, 'fore my love grows cold. Bein' broke ain't funny; go get me some gold. Keep tellin' you, my honey; hope you understand: You want me to love you, well, put it in my hand. Go get me some money, 'fore my love grows cold. You can make my life funny; go get me some gold. When I first met you, honey, met you on the street. [If] you don't get some money, well, get back on your feet. Go get me some money, 'fore my love grows cold. Well, 'tain't no use [to] keep talkin'; go get me some gold. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: Joe_F Date: 23 Jan 17 - 06:06 PM Rufus Rastus Johnson Brown, What yo gonna do when the rent comes round? Not in the DT, it seems, but copiously treated on numerous threads. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LAST GOLD DOLLAR (from Ephraim Woodie) From: Jim Dixon Date: 23 Jan 17 - 01:38 PM LAST GOLD DOLLAR As recorded by Ephraim Woodie and the Henpecked Husbands, 1929. Lord, I'd give my last gold dollar; Yes, I'd give my gold watch and chain; I would pawn this heart in my body Just to see my darlin' again. Don't this road look long and lonely? Don't that stream(?) look wide and deep? Would you ever think of me, darlin', If you could not hear me speak? Take me back to North Carolina. Bring me back to Tennessee. Bring me back my blue-eyed darlin'. She is all this world to me. I remember last time I saw her, How my heart was torn with pain When she says: "Goodbye; God bless you. We may never meet again." You may meet with brighter faces. Some may tell you I'm not true; But remember, dearest darlin', No one loves you as I do. Ev'ry night in this creation, Spendin' on my trembling knees, When I pray to God and ask him: "Oh, what does my sweetheart mean(?)?" Don't this road look long and lonely, Windin' down this rugged stream? But remember, dearest darlin': You are always in my dreams. [User "Goose Gander" posted lyrics to a different song called LAST GOLD DOLLAR, but didn't indicate any source] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LAST DOLLAR (Blanche Calloway) From: Jim Dixon Date: 08 Oct 16 - 12:23 AM LAST DOLLAR As recorded by Blanche Calloway and her Joy Boys, 1931. I'm not broke, but barely bent. I'm not down to my last cent. Got a dollar, my last dollar bill. In my pocket there's a dent. All my dough is nearly spent. Got a dollar, my last dollar bill. Oh, what luck! Just one more buck Fortune left me by chance. Here's a bill, feel like a mill', You can tell by a glance. I don't care; no millionaire Can give me the icy stare. Got a dollar, my last dollar bill. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BLUES WITHOUT A DIME (Clifford Gibson) From: Jim Dixon Date: 07 Oct 16 - 09:42 PM BLUES WITHOUT A DIME As recorded by Clifford Gibson, 1929. Bad luck and trouble, and the blues without a dime. (2x) When a man got money, the blues don't cross his min'. Always try to keep a dollar in your hand. (2x) When you ain't got no money, your woman get another man. Don't never 'llow your woman to talk [no] baby-talk to you. (2x) You can tell by that they got somethin' in they head to do. I don't want no woman if she ain't got a railroad man. (2x) Any day's like Sunday and she's always got a dollar in her han'. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BRING YOUR GREENBACKS (Ethel Waters) From: Jim Dixon Date: 28 Sep 16 - 05:58 PM BRING YOUR GREENBACKS As recorded by Ethel Waters, 1926. Come all you sheiks and lovers too. Listen to what I'm tellin' you. I took a resolution New Year's day, Never to give nothin' away; So run along and let me be, 'Cause what I've got I'm holdin' for me. So if you want to be my man, bring the greenbacks when you call, 'Cause I've just got enough for myself and I can't spare nothin' at all. Don't depend upon your looks and try to get my dough, 'Cause I can look at pretty papas in a movie show, So if you want to be my man, bring the greenbacks when you call. So if you want to be my man, bring the greenbacks when you call. 'Cause I've just got enough for myself and I can't spare nothin' at all. Don't come askin' me for my money 'cause it ain't no use, For all you'll get from me is going to be abuse, So if you want to be my man, bring the greenbacks when you call. Now I'll give you a piece of cake, also a piece of pie, But not a ne'er piece of flesh, cause meat's too high, So if you want to be my man, just bring the greenbacks when you call. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BANK FAILURE BLUES (Maria Muldaur) From: Jim Dixon Date: 28 Sep 16 - 04:54 PM Martha Copeland recorded a song with this title in 1928, but I was unable to find that recording online, so I transcribed this one instead: BANK FAILURE BLUES As recorded by Maria Muldaur on "Garden of Joy" (2009). I've been workin' all my life, folks; saved ev'ry nickel I could get. (2x) Thought some day I'd have a nest egg, but my home will be the poorhouse yet. Got my money ev'ry Saturday, Monday mornin' took it to the bank. (2x) Now that doggone bank gone busted; ev'ry nickel that I saved done sank. Lord, it's hard to lose your money when you've scraped and scrambled like I done. (2x) Make a preacher leave his pulpit, trade his bible for a gatlin' gun. Goin' down to the cashier's window, goin' down with blood in both my eyes. (2x) An' if I don't get my money, gonna cut that man down to my size. Let me tell you folks there's two things, two things that I just can't stand: (2x) One's messin' with my money, other's messin' 'round with my good man. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: Ged Fox Date: 28 Sep 16 - 01:15 PM The Magic of the Dollar |
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Subject: Lyr Add: AFLOAT ON A FIVE-DOLLAR NOTE From: Jim Dixon Date: 28 Sep 16 - 12:11 PM You can see the sheet music at The University of Illinois at Chicago, and hear a 1906 Edison recording by Arthur Collins & Byron G. Harlan at YouTube: AFLOAT ON A FIVE-DOLLAR NOTE Words by Arthur Lamb; music by J. Fred Helf, 1906. 1. Dolly mine, rain or shine, This is the day we get in line. Dress'd in your best, follow the rest, Ev'ryone feeling fine. You and me, with a V, Somehow will get along, While lads the wittiest and girls the prettiest Join in the merry song. CHORUS: Hi-lee, hi-lo! Away we go, Afloat on a five-dollar note. Shoot the chutes or a trip to the moon, Blow your dough as with dovey you spoon. Listen to the band; oh, ain't it grand? Ev'ryone whistle or shout! It's so jolly with Dolly by trolley or boat, Afloat on a five-dollar note. 2. Dolly dear, don't you fear. Though I am not a financier, Mister J. P. can't get near me. He can't control my V. All but you can skiddoo. Say, won't we make things hum! No more a lonely one, since you're my only one, I guess that's going some. [The song seems to describe a trip to an amusement park. Was $5 the standard price of admission? That seems like a lot for 1906. It would be something like $135 adjusted for inflation to 2016. "J. P." no doubt refers to J. P. Morgan. "V"=$5, since bills were once marked with Roman numerals.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: A GOOD OLD DOLLAR BILL (Billy Murray) From: Jim Dixon Date: 28 Sep 16 - 08:11 AM You can see the sheet music at The University of Illinois at Chicago. A GOOD OLD DOLLAR BILL Words by Jack Mahoney, music by Theodore Morse, 1909. As recorded by Billy Murray, 1909. 1. They are telling of Old Glory Now in picture song and story, And they say it is the emblem of the land. "It's a grand old flag," they holler, But the real flag is a dollar. I've been up against it and I understand. We respect the flag and love it, But a dollar floats above it. When you've got it, no one ever treats you mean. Money talks but seldom tattles, And in all life's weary battles, It's the only flag of truth: the old long green. CHORUS: Praise the stars and stripes forever and the old red, white and blue. Rave about the flag of freedom and old "Hail Columbia!" too. Sing the praises of old glory, but I've been all through the mill, And the real star-spangled banner is a good old dollar bill. 2. With a dollar you feel cheery. All the girls will call you dearie. They will smile on you and never, never chaff. They'll be true-blue while you blow it. I've been there and ought to know it. When it's gone, instead of smiles, you get the laughs. When you're flush, your friends are sunny. Life is peaches, cream and honey, And they welcome you no matter where you go. When you're down and out in sorrow, From your friends you'll try to borrow. They won't even lend an ear to hear your woe. CHORUS |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: Paul Burke Date: 10 Oct 15 - 07:23 AM Salford, Lancs, 1950s: I wish I had a penny, I'd buy a penny gun, I'd fill it full of powder And make the rozzers run. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BLATHRIE O'T From: Jim Dixon Date: 10 Oct 15 - 12:33 AM From Thirty Scots Songs for a Voice and Harpsichord (Edinburgh: R. Bremner, 1757), page 8-9: BLATHRIE O'T. When I think on this warld's pelf, And the little wee share I have o't to myself, And how the lass that wants it is by the lads forgot, May the shame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o't. Jockie was the ladie that held the pleugh, But now he's got gowd and gear eneugh. He thinks nae mair of me that weirs the plaiden coat. May the shame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o't. Jenny was the lassie that mucked the byre, But now she is clad in her silken attire, And Jockie says he loes her, and swears he's me forgot. May the shame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o't. But all this shall ne'er danton me, Sae lang as I keep my fancy free, For the lad that's sae unconstant, he is not worth a groat. May the shame fa' the gear, and the blathrie o't. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,Ken Brock Date: 07 Oct 15 - 07:33 PM here's the link as a blue clicky: text to Broadway version of The Golden Apple |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,Ken Brock Date: 07 Oct 15 - 07:32 PM At the link is the text to The Golden Apple as performed on Broadway in 1954. This differs from the off-Broadway version and the version authorized today in the final two pages. "Hector's Song", about various temptations, including money, occurs about 2/3 of the way through and begins with the line "Now we will have our revenge on them". "Scylla and Charybdis", which involves a commodities market scam, is about 3/4 of the way through and begins with the question "Want to be an empire builder?". http://archive.org/stream/goldenapplemusic00moro/goldenapplemusic00moro_djvu.txt |
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Subject: Lyr Add: GIVE ME MY MONEY / GIMME MY DIME BACK From: Jim Dixon Date: 05 Oct 15 - 09:11 PM GIVE ME MY MONEY a.k.a. GIMME MY DIME BACK As recorded by the Blue Ridge Playboys, 1936. I want my dime back. Give me my change back. I want my dime back now. I want my ten cents. Give me my money. I want my dime back now. Now I've got a gal, lives 'cross the lake, Shakes and shimmies like a rattlesnake. I've got a gal who lives upon the hill. She won't do it but her sister will. I want my money back. Give me my change back. I want my dime back now. I want my ten cents. Give me my dime back. I want my dime back now. I want my money. Give me my change back. I want my ten cents back. Now three and three's six; six and three's nine. You give me some o' yours; I'll give you some o' mine. The monkey and the baboon playin' in the grass, The monkey told the baboon he played too fast. I want my ten cents. Give me my dime back. I want my dime back now. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: Uncle_DaveO Date: 05 Oct 15 - 04:36 PM A couple shorties: Get the Money! It makes no diff'rence where you are Get the muh-uh-uh-ny! It makes no diff'rence where you are, Mah Huh-uh-uh-ny! A nickel is a nickel and a dime is a dime A dollar is a dollar 'most any old time! It makes no diff'rence where you are Get the Muh-uh-uh-uh-ny! and Throw a nickel on the drum (A Salvation Army Song, allegedly) Throw a nickel on the drum Save another drunken bum, Throw a nickel on the drum And you'll be saved! Salvation Army! Salvation Army! Throw a nickel on the drum And you'll be saved! Dave Oesterreich |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,Ken Brock Date: 05 Oct 15 - 02:20 PM "Taxman" by George Harrison, by The Beatles, on Revolver. I want to point out that the 1954 recording of "Scylla and Charybdis" on the Original Broadway cast of The Giolde Apple is much abriged, as is the entire score, to fit on a single lp. A 2cd, virtually complete recording was made a few months ago and I was fortunate to see the production (In Irvine, TX, USA), from which it was made. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: GUEST,Ken Brock Date: 05 Oct 15 - 02:15 PM Kander and Ebb wrote two different songs about Money for Cabaret (stage (1967) and film). The first is "Money" and the second is "Money, Money".
"Four Pounds a Day" parody version of Four Pence a Day recorded by The Ian Campbell Folk Group.
"The Pound is Sinking" by Paul McCartney, from Tug of War
"The Face on the Dime" by Harold Rome, from Call Me Mister (1946) The mercury dime had just been replaced by FDR.
"Money, Money, Money" by Jule Styne and E. Y. (Yip) Harburg, from Darling of the Day (1968).
"Music! Music! Music! (Put Another Nickel In)"
"Fidelity Fiduciary Bank" by the Sherman Brothers, from Mary Poppins
"Hector's Song" and "Scylla and Charybdis", about a commodities market scam, from The Golden Apple (1954) by Jerome Moross and John Latouche "What's the Use?" by Leonard Bernstein and one of many lyricists, from Candide (1956) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MONEY TREE BLUES (Willie Dixon) From: Jim Dixon Date: 05 Oct 15 - 12:51 PM MONEY TREE BLUES As recorded by Willie Dixon on "Poet of the Blues" (1998) My baby, she's got a money tree. My baby, she's got a money tree. If she don't shake for you, she'll surely shake for me. Her little ol' money tree, it ain't out in the woods, But ev'ry time she shake it, makes me feel so good. My baby she got a money tree. If she don't shake for you, she'll surely shake for me. Well I'm goin' and get my tree; if it don't bear green, I'll be the meanest man that you have ever seen. I'll cut the money tree down, dig up the trunk, Cover up the hole, burn up the stump. My baby, she got a money tree. If she don't shake for you, she'll surely shake for me. I love my money tree. I love my money tree. I love my money tree for my money. I love my money tree. I love my money tree for my money. I love my money tree 'cause my money tree is so good to me. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CAN YOU USE ANY MONEY TODAY? (I. Berlin) From: Jim Dixon Date: 30 Sep 15 - 02:55 PM CAN YOU USE ANY MONEY TODAY? Words and music by Irving Berlin From the Broadway musical, "Call Me Madam" (1950) As sung by Ethel Merman. Money, money, money, money, money, money! Can you use any money today? Money, money, money, money, money, money! Nice new bills that we're giving away! There are photographs on ev'ry one: Lincoln, Grant, and Washington, Or you might like the ones with Henry Clay. Can you use any money today? Two million, four million, six million, eight million, ten! Take what you want; when it's gone you can come back again. Bills that haven't been printed yet, You can have them by the sack— Coins that haven't been minted yet, That you never have to give back. Money, money, money, money, money, money! Uncle Sam puts it right on the line, And if we ever run out of checks for him to sign, You can have mine, All of mine. You can have mine. Money, money, money, money, money, money! Can you use any dollars today? Money, money, money, money, money, money! We've so much that it gets in our way. In our treas'ry there's a mighty sum: Millions we've subtracted from The envelopes that hold our take-home pay. Can you use any money today? Home in the States underground there's a cave full of gold. Back up a truck and we'll fill it with all it can hold. Take ten million and please don't fuss If you find it can't be spent. You can lend it right back to us And we'll pay you seven percent. Money, money, money, money, money, money! Uncle Sam puts it right on the line, And if that fellow with whiskers ever should decline, You can have mine, All of mine. You can have mine. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FEED THE BIRDS (TUPPENCE A BAG) (Sherman/ From: Jim Dixon Date: 29 Sep 15 - 07:08 PM FEED THE BIRDS (TUPPENCE A BAG) Words and music by Richard M. Sherman & Robert B. Sherman. From the Disney film "Mary Poppins" (1963) As recorded by Julie Andrews Early each day to the steps of St Paul's The little old bird woman comes. In her own special way to the people she calls: "Come buy my bags full of crumbs. "Come feed the little birds; show them you care, And you'll be glad if you do. Their young ones are hungry; their nests are so bare! All it takes is tuppence from you. "Feed the birds, tuppence a bag! Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag! Feed the birds," that's what she cries While overhead her birds fill the skies. All around the cathedral the saints and apostles Look down as she sells her wares. Although you can't see it, you they are smiling Each time someone shows that he cares. Though her words are simple and few, Listen, listen; she's calling to you: "Feed the birds, tuppence a bag! Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag!" |
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Subject: Lyr Add: IT'S MONEY THAT MATTERS (Randy Newman) From: Jim Dixon Date: 29 Sep 15 - 12:32 AM IT'S MONEY THAT MATTERS As recorded by Randy Newman on "Land of Dreams" (1988) Of all of the people That I used to know, Most never adjusted To the great big world. I see them lurking in book stores, Working for the public radio, Carrying their babies around in a sack on their back Moving careful and slow. It's money that matters. Hear what I say: It's money that matters In the USA. All of these people are much brighter than I. In any fair system they would flourish and thrive, But they barely survive. They eke out a living. They barely survive. When I was a young boy, Maybe thirteen, I took a hard look around me, Asked: "What does it mean?" So I talked to my father; he didn't know. And I talked to my friend; he didn't know. And I talked to my brother; he didn't know. And I talked to everybody that I knew. It's money that matters. Now you know that it's true. It's money that matters, Whatever you do. I talked to a man Lived up on the county line. I was washing his car With a friend of mine. He was a little fat guy In a red jumpsuit. I said: "That looks kind of funny." He said: "I know it does too." "I got a great big house on the hill here, Great big blonde wife inside it, And a great big pool in my backyard, Another great big pool beside it. "Sonny, it's money that matters. Hear what I say: It's money that matters. In the USA. "It's money that matters. Now you know that it's true. It's money that matters, Whatever you do." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHY DON'T YOU DO RIGHT (Joe McCoy) From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Sep 15 - 10:48 PM WHY DON'T YOU DO RIGHT Words and music by Joe McCoy. As recorded by Peggy Lee with Benny Goodman's Orchestra, 1942. You had a-plenty money nineteen-twenty-two. You let other women make a fool of you. CHORUS: Why don't you do right like some other men do? Get out o' here and get me some money, too. You're sittin' down wond'rin' what it's all about. You ain't got no money; they will put you out. If you had prepared twenty years ago, You wouldn't be wand'rin' now from door to door. I fell for your jivin' and I took you in. Now all you got to offer me's a drink o' gin. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I SCRAPED MY KNUCKLE (Reggie Miles) From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Sep 15 - 12:10 PM Reggie Miles posted these lyrics himself at the Just Plain Folks forum. I figure he won't mind having them here also. I SCRAPED MY KNUCKLE As recorded by Reggie Miles on "These Old Shoes" I scraped my knuckle Tryin' to pry up a nickel, That was stuck in the tar, Run over by a car, In the middle of the road. And things don't ever seem to get better. Damn! This is gettin' old! Now I don't mean to bore ya, With another sad story, 'Bout a good man who can't get a break. Who thought that sooner or later, His luck would change, for heaven's sake. I tried everything I could. It didn't do any good. Nothin's turnin' out like it should. And I don't know how much more of this This poor man can take. It ain't my choosin' Seems I only win at losin' It's enough to drive a sober man to drink. Hey, beer tender! Keep it full. While I sit here and think. All these dead end jobs They leave me feelin' kind of robbed— Nothin' to show for the time that I've spent. I don't even have enough left over To pay the landlord's rent. You call this livin'? All I do is all the givin' And I don't get a thing in return Except another sad song About a good man gettin' burned. I know it sounds funny But I ain't got no money And these blues they're a-wearin' me down. That's why I'm scratchin' like a hen for a worm In this asphalt ground. And that's how I scraped my knuckle Tryin' to pry up a nickel, That was stuck in the tar, Run over by a car, In the middle of the road. [this verse 3x] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MONEY (THAT'S WHAT I WANT) From: GUEST Date: 25 Sep 15 - 06:26 PM MONEY (THAT’S WHAT I WANT) Written by Berry Gordy and Janie Bradford As recorded by Barrett Strong, 1959.
1. The best things in life are free,
CHORUS: I need money (that’s—what I want)
2. Your love give me such a thrill,
3. Money don't get everything, it's true,
Money (that’s—what I want)
Money (that’s—what I want) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MONEYLAND (Del McCoury) From: Jim Dixon Date: 25 Sep 15 - 05:50 PM MONEYLAND As recorded by The Del McCoury Band on "Moneyland" (2008) 1. Now it's a pity to see when the land of the free Turns out to be nothing but a free-for-all. If you got big dough, you're freer than most, 'Cause your freedom goes up with the size of your bankroll. You can buy a judge or a bribe or a thug Or a bomb or a shredding machine. You can buy your way through, into, and onto Any ticket or TV screen. CHORUS: It's a money disease. It's a thing called greed, And it feeds on those who need the money most in Moneyland. Oh, it ain't so funny if you ain't got the money in Moneyland. 2. Now a corporate crime, you just do a little time, Pay a little fine, and then you're in the clear. Murder and robb'ry, caused by snobb'ry, Doesn't mean a thing; it just falls on deaf ears. Money is the thing we all sweat for. It's what some dreams are made of. But then there's those who want it all And enough is never enough. CHORUS Ah-wooh! Money, money, money, money, money! Ah-wooh! More, more, more, more, more! Ah-wooh! Money, money, money, money, money! Oh, it ain't so funny if you ain't got the money in Moneyland. BREAK 3. Now a piece of the action is the main attraction. Get a big house, fast car; honey, you've got class. What'll it get me? How much? What's mine? Are the only questions anybody seems to ask. Now who got beat, got fought, got bled, And who got burned today? Who got fixed, got fooled, got framed, And who got in the way? CHORUS Ah-wooh! Money, money, money, money, money! Ah-wooh! More, more, more, more, more! Ah-wooh! Money, money, money, money, money! Oh, it ain't so funny if you ain't got the money in Moneyland. Oh, it ain't so funny if you ain't got the money in Moneyland. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MONEY'S GETTING CHEAPER (J Witherspoon) From: Jim Dixon Date: 25 Sep 15 - 04:57 PM MONEY'S GETTING CHEAPER As recorded by Jimmy Witherspoon, 1948. Money's gettin' cheaper; prices gettin' steeper, Found myself a woman but I just couldn't keep 'er. CHORUS: Times getting tough and tough. Yes, things getting rough and rough. Well, I make a lot o' money, but I just keep spendin' the stuff. Walked down to the market, asked the butcher for a pound, Couldn't buy a pork chop when I laid my money down. Politicians tellin' folks: cut down their meat. Why don't they cut down the prices and let the people eat? I can't afford to live, but I guess I'll have to try. Undertakers got a union and it costs too much to die. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: EVERYBODY'S GOING FOR THE MONEY (Koerner) From: Jim Dixon Date: 25 Sep 15 - 08:17 AM EVERYBODY'S GOING FOR THE MONEY As recorded by Spider John Koerner on "Raised by Humans" (1992) Well, ev'rybody's goin' for the money. Well, they're thinkin' it makes the world go round. This old world it keeps a-turnin' on and on, Yeah, when you're layin' underneath the ground. Somebody's got a hold on ya. Yeah, they got a hold on your ev'ryday life, A hold on your friends and your relatives too, Yeah, they got a hold on your children and your wife. Hey, they sell you on the television, And they sell you on the radio. They'll sell you any old way that they can. Yeah, they come knockin' on your front door. I think I will buy me a wonderful car, Yes, and a TV and a stereo. I will drive and I'll watch and I'll listen all the time. I won't have to think anymore. Now that we got ev'rything that we want, I'll tell you something you might know: It won't be long until this way o' life is gone. Is it better that way? Don't you know? Why sing a song about money? Why sing about anything at all? Take your life in hand now and steal it from the man Before they send you to the wall. Yes, and ev'rybody's thinkin' 'bout the money, Thinkin' it makes the world go round. This old world it keeps a-turnin' on and on, Hey, when you're layin' underneath the ground. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DEAD PRESIDENTS (Willie Dixon) From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Sep 15 - 10:13 PM DEAD PRESIDENTS Written by Willie Dixon As recorded by Little Walter, 1963. CHORUS: Them dead presidents, Them dead presidents, Well I ain't broke but I'm badly bent. Ev'rybody loves them dead presidents. 1. A little bitty Lincoln can't park the car. Washington he can't go too far. Jefferson is good; play the track If you think it gonna bring some big bread back. 2. Hamilton on ten can get you straight, But Jackson on a twenty is really great, And if you talkin' 'bout a poor man's friend, Grant will get you out o' whatever you're in. 3. A hundred-dollar Franklin is really sweet. Five-hundred McKinley is the one for me. If I get a Cleveland, I'm really set. A thousand-dollar Cleveland is hard to get. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: A DOLLAR DOWN (from Louis Jordan) From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Sep 15 - 08:27 PM A DOLLAR DOWN Words and music by Jesse Stone As recorded by Louis Jordan, 1954. A dollar down and a dollar when I'm caught— Yeah, Lord, I'm stuck with all this mess I bought. Ev'ry time somebody knocks, I tip to the bathroom in my socks On account o' that dollar down and a dollar when I'm caught. Yeah, a dollar down and a dollar when I can. Mm-hm-hm, Lord, I hate that easy credit plan. Though my baby's dressed to kill, It keeps me strugglin' with these bills On account o' that dollar down and a dollar when I'm caught. I found a man's place on the avenue. He said: "Come in, boy; what can I do wi' you?" I said: "All I've got is a dollar and a dime. I'd like to get a little ol' stuff on time." He grabbed me and shoved me through the door And loaded me down with ev'rything in the store. Picked fifteen things and started to leave, When I heard him say as he grabbed my sleeve: "Your teeth may grin and your eyes may shine, But you can't cut out till these papers been signed." Just about noon I started to write. When I staggered home it was near midnight. Woke late next mornin' and lost my dime, So I ran to my job tryin' to make time. I fell in the door out o' breath and tired. The boss picked me up and said: "Boy, you're fired." On account o' that dollar down and a dollar now and then. Yes, I ain't had a buck since, le' me see, since Lord knows when. I get lots an' lots o' mail Sayin' I'm headed straight for jail 'Cause I can't pay a dollar down and a dollar when I'm caught. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DOLLAR DOWN BLUES (Barbecue Bob) From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Sep 15 - 07:52 PM DOLLAR DOWN BLUES As recorded by Barbecue Bob (R. Hicks), 1928. Dollar down, mama, dollar ev'ry week. Dollar down, there, mama, dollar ev'ry week. Dollar down, there, mama, dollar when we meet. Walked this town all over, hon, before I stopped. Walked this town all over, gal, before I stopped. Well, the first I went was a furniture shop. The clerk he asked me: "Can I wait on you? (2x) I think you'll need something in the line of furniture." He says: "All right, Bobby, what can it be? (2x) I says: "That old bed and rocker, it's somethin'; let me see." I said: "Listen here, furniture man; how you gon' make my note? Hey, hey, furniture man." This what he repeats: "Just a dollar down, dollar ev'ry week." I started back home, mama, walkin' on down the street. I started back home, walkin' on down the street. I met a li'l ol' brown, sure looked good to me. She said: "Hello, Bobby; Bobby, can't you speak?" (2x) I said: "A dollar down, mama, dollar ev'ry week." Ev'ry Monday morning, somebody knocks on my do'. (2x) That ol' furniture man tryin' to get what I owe. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LIED VON DER BELEBENDEN WIRKUNG DES GELDE From: Joe_F Date: 24 Sep 15 - 06:48 PM LIED VON DER BELEBENDEN WIRKUNG DES GELDES Words, Bertolt Brecht; music, Hans Eisler Niedrig gilt das Geld auf dieser Erden Und doch ist sie, wenn es mangelt, kalt Und sie kann sehr gastlich werden Plötzlich durch des Gelds Gewalt. Eben war noch alles voll Beschwerden Jetzt ist alles golden überhaucht Was gefroren hat, das sonnt sich Jeder hat das, was er braucht! Rosig färbt der Horizont sich Blicket hinan: der Schornstein raucht! Ja, da schaut sich alles gleich ganz anders an. Voller schlägt das Herz. Der Blick wird weiter. Reichlich ist das Mahl. Flott sind die Kleider. Und der Mann ist jetzt ein andrer Mann. SONG OF THE INVIGORATING EFFECT OF MONEY Upon this earth we hear dispraise of money, And yet, without it, earth is very cold. And it can be warm and friendly Suddenly through the power of gold. Everything that seemed so hard to bear In a gleaming golden glow is cloaked. Sun is melting what is frozen. Every man fulfils his hopes. Rosy beams light the horizon. Look on high: the chimney smokes! Yes, all at once this world seems quite a different one. Higher beats the heart, the glance sweeps wider. Richer are the meals, and clothes are finer. Man himself becomes another man. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: A DOLLAR AIN'T A DOLLAR ANYMORE From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Sep 15 - 04:53 PM A DOLLAR AIN'T A DOLLAR ANYMORE Words and music by Elton Britt, Michael Stoner, and Denver Darling. ©1946.* I. As sung by Pete Seeger, Tom Glazer, Lee Hays & Hally Wood on "Power to the People: Protest Songs" 1. I was feelin' kind o' hungry so I thought I'd buy some bread. I went into the corner grocery store. I took out the usual money, but the grocer shook his head 'Cause a dollar ain't a dollar anymore. CHORUS: Oh, a dollar bill don't buy what it used to, Don't buy what it used to, don't buy what it used to. A dollar bill don't buy what it used to, 'Cause a dollar ain't a dollar anymore. 2. Now I live in a rooming house; my room is awful small. As a matter of fact, it's only two by four. Then the landlord raised my rent, and now I'm living in the wall, 'Cause a dollar ain't a dollar anymore. 3. Here's a lesson in arithmetic: now one and one makes two, And it is true that two and two makes four, But when the prices get higher, why, arithmetic's a liar, 'Cause a dollar ain't a dollar any more. 4. From the tree that grows in Brooklyn to the Gulf of Mexico, From Florida out to the western shore, We'll grab reaction by the collar; "Fight with P.A.C.**" we'll holler, 'Cause a dollar ain't a dollar anymore. 5. So if you want to learn a lesson, if you really want to see, If you want to solve your problems by the score, Fight your economic battles with the good old P.A.C.** 'Cause a dollar ain't a dollar anymore. II. Additional verses sung by Oscar Brand on "Pie in the Sky": 3. Now my coat got worn an' ragged and my shirt began to wilt. Ev'ry time I moved, my britches tore. They've been patched so many times now that I look like granny's quilt. A dollar ain't a dollar anymore. 4. When Friday came I stood on line to get my salary. The teller laughed until his sides were sore. "What with dues and fines and taxes you've got nothin' minus three. A dollar ain't a dollar anymore." * Composer credits from the Library of Congress Catalog of Copyright Entries. Billboard Magazine indicates that Denver Darling made an early recording of this song. However, I haven't heard that recording and I don't know whether those words correspond to the ones posted here. ** The CIO-PAC, Congress of Industrial Organizations' Political Action Committee, which was active in the presidential and congressional elections of 1946. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: IF MONEY GREW ON TREES (The Toppers) From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Sep 15 - 02:29 PM The Toppers sound like Ink Spots wannabes—but they do it well. This is my transcription. Voice 1 is a tenor and sounds young. Voice 2 is a bass and sounds older. IF MONEY GREW ON TREES As recorded by The Toppers, on "Stompin' at the Savoy: Harlem Nocturne, 1944-1947" If money grew on trees, Heaven knows that I would live a life of ease. I'd travel ev'rywhere, Live just like a millionaire. If money grew on trees, I would find a fortune floating in the breeze. I wouldn't mind working hard, Raising money in my own backyard. I'd buy a million dollars worth of flashy clothes, Strut down old Broadway. I wouldn't squeeze a dollar till it hollered. If it hollered, I'd throw it away. I'd live just like a king. On each finger I would wear a diamond ring. Then life would be a joke, 'Cause I never would be broke If money grew on trees. SPOKEN PATTER, OVER MUSIC: VOICE 2: You know what? VOICE 1: What? What's that? VOICE 2: If money grew on trees— VOICE 1: Boy, if it did! Hm-mm-hmm! VOICE 2: Boy,— VOICE 1: What? VOICE 2: I'd live a life of ease,— VOICE 1: A life of ease! VOICE 2: Travel ev'rywhere, you know. VOICE 1: On a freight train! VOICE 2: No! Like all the rest o' them millionaires, you know. VOICE 1: Oh, I see: like me! Yes, yes. VOICE 2: You know, if money grew on trees,— VOICE 1: Tell me more, boy; tell me more! VOICE 2: Boy,— VOICE 1: What? VOICE 2: I'd find a fortune floatin' on the breeze. VOICE 1: Floatin' on the breeze! VOICE 2: Yep. I wouldn't mind workin' hard,— VOICE 1: No? VOICE 2: That is, raisin' the money in my own backyard. VOICE 1: Oh, oh, I see what you mean. VOICE 2: That ain't no crime, is it? VOICE 1: No, it ain't no crime. VOICE 2: You know what, son? VOICE 1: What? What? VOICE 2: I'd buy myself a million dollars— VOICE 1: A million! VOICE 2: Worth of flashy clothes. VOICE 1: Top hats and tails and such. VOICE 2: Boy, I'd strut down old Broadway. VOICE 1: Ah, Broadway! VOICE 2: You know what? I wouldn't squeeze a dollar— VOICE 1: Uh-huh. VOICE 2: Till it hollered,— VOICE 1: Yes. VOICE 2: 'Cause if it hollered,— VOICE 1: Uh-huh. VOICE 2: I'd [be] like Mr. Savoy. VOICE 1: What'd he do? VOICE 2: Throw it away! VOICE 1: My, my! VOICE 2: I'd live just like a king. VOICE 1: You mean like me, and all them cats. VOICE 2: Yeah, boy. VOICE 1: I know what you mean, yeah. VOICE 2: And on each finger, just like you, I'd have a great big diamond ring. VOICE 1: Let's see, let's see, that's—that's generosity, Jack! VOICE 2: Life would be a joke— VOICE 1: Yeah! VOICE 2: 'Cause I never would be broke. That is-- VOICE 1: [SINGS] If money grew on trees. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: Airymouse Date: 19 Apr 15 - 10:00 AM Don't forget "Paper of Pins" |
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Subject: RE: Songs about money ($$$$$$$$$$) From: MGM·Lion Date: 19 Apr 15 - 02:00 AM ["Buy Broom Besoms"]
Besoms for a penny |
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