My dad said, son gotta get a real job So you can pay your way through life Your dreams are a wate of time I won't have a singer for a son of mine I looked in his eyes as i opined the door He said, you'd better not cross that line boy Or you're not my son anymore The cash and the papers The chips and the cheddar, the revenue If i ever get some, if and when I reckon you'll be happy then I hope you'll be happy then I loved a gril and she dug me But she was always diggin' for a money tree We did the whole damn party scene She left me for a cracker in a limousine Years went by and i heard from a friend That she was workin' downtown in a strip show And sellin' her soul to buy blow My best friend was havin' tough times He broadsided someone goin' fifty five I found out it was just a scam To pay some bills and get a brand new van The trick was the man he hit was dead the next day Which put a few dents in his plans when They came and put hm in the can My best friends would come down in a day I guess we all have to learn the hard way Money just doesn't pay The cash and the cheddar, the revenue If i ever get some, if and when I reckon you'll be happy then I hope you'll be happy then