Bill Kircher - I Don't Work That Cheap lyrics

I went over to England in a time machine I named the Beatles, I kissed the Queen, Showed her how to use the decimal system I cut a buncha hit records, man they couldn't resist 'em! So I took Bo Diddly to the Top of the Pops I tied his cobra snake in a Windsor knot I had Petula and Twiggy in the back of my jeep You can't pay me what I'm worth, I don't work that cheap! Well next stop was Paris for the Folies Bergére Where I somehow hit it off with Mrs. Robespierre She took me all the way up the Eiffle Tower I slid down so fast I set my pants on fire She whispered she was next in line to be queen But her husband was sharpening his guillotine I said don't tell me no secrets that I can't keep You can't pay me what I'm worth, I don't work that cheap! So I made it back home for the big inaugu-rama I had to play my record for my man Obama I blew right by the Secret Service I said, "Put that thing away, man, you're making me nervous!" Yes and give me the Prez, I don't talk to no Veep You can't pay me what I'm worth, I don't work that cheap! I don't work that cheap Uh-uh! Not that cheap I don't work that cheap...