The Money Tribute

Honey Honey Where's your mister Mister mister Where's your money Money money Where's the cents at Where's the sense at I can't seem to find it Spilled coffee on my shirt when I stepped on the train The drivers reading a newspaper, cause he's got half of a brain It seems like countries out to get us, always on the radio The news has made us all the sheep and they just tell us where to go Money is the goal and also seems to be the dream All made from paper, black ink, but it doesn't grow on trees The ball and chain are pullin' hard, and this time seem to be a lot The times run out, the clocks burnt out, and Uncle Sam just got shot Honey Honey Where's your mister Mister mister Where's your money Money money Where's the cents at Where's the sense at I can't seem to find it Honey Honey Where's your mister Mister mister Where's your money Money money