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