Song Description
Satire concerning the pornographic allure of money - Greed - in the form of traditional blues
| Song Length |
3:26 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Unique - Parody |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Hysterical, Odious |
Subject |
Power, Darkness |
| Similar Artists |
Frank Zappa |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
I will make you sweat, even make you die, I'm money
I am the sweet elixir that will get you high. I'm money
I will sit on your soul as you dream in the shower
I will tickle you wet with whispers of power
I will make you a slave by the week or the hour
I'm money
I throb and remain your unyielding desire. I'm money.
I can set your coin shaking loins on fire. I'm money
I can tear apart families and terrorize lives.
I can even fill husbands with hate for their wives.
I can entice you into dangerous desperate dives
I'm money
I will give you almost just enough
To think it's smooth ahead
Then I'll pull the rug under your feet
Make you feel you'd be better dead
I will make you sweat, even make you die, I'm money
I am the sweet elixir that will get you high. I'm money
I will sit on your soul as you dream in the shower
I will tickle you wet with whispers of power
I will make you a slave by the week or the hour
I'm money