Tin Cup Serenade - Money Is King lyrics

Just pop him in your pocket, like puppet on a string We spin him right around, and he'll do most anythingthey vote for Oba ma but his way of giving thanks Is taking all their money just to give it to our banks But if they need a loan they will quickly come to see The value of the property just ain't what it should be Not a soul will ask a thing Just pop him in your pocket Cuz you know that money is king Time for your bonus, here's a pile it's just for you Because you helped us infect us with this economic flue But we need more flesh, because we're too big to fail Whatever we do they can't ut us all in jail But from this upper floor you can see people down below It must be sad to find that suddenly you're poor It's such a beautiful thing Just pop him in your pocket Cuz you know that money is king Romney's his name, we think he'll do just fine We'll puff him full of air and well float him on a line So we got a blue a red one too We know that he will lose though he looks so fresh and new You pull a chord to make his teeth move up and down He'll give a smile as we spin him round and round Turn a screw he'll even sing Why bother with the polls because you know that money is king Just pop them in your pocket like two puppets on a string We'll write all the songs and we'll tell them what to sing We'll sell more guns so they'll be scared to step out side Our superpacs will choke their little chains until they're wise And if the Congressmen won't play with our card decks We'll sick the NRA right down upon their necks Simply nothing they can do In this stinking evil world we love They know that money is king And now they're crying at the Chevron Plant It's just a little fire it's like a nest of ants They're whining that it happened only 7 years ago And now they do not like it when the wind begins to blow We'll say we're working hard to find a simple cure They know they caaan't do anything because they're poor It's got a musical ring Just pop them in your pocket cuz you know that money is king Even a dog can run around and pick up bones Salt fish, codfish, meat ond pone; If it´s a good breed and not too wild People will take it and mind like a child But a hungry man goes out to beg They will set the bulldog behind his leg Sad to tell you but it's true This country is sewn up because You know that Money is king