Wouldn’t Want To Be Like You / Na Na Song - Live from the Ryman/2019

Money is the Bentley parked on Wall Street Money is the new friends you make each week Money is the inside guy at the bank Money is the yacht right before it sank Bet you never thought you'd want so much Bet you never thought that it'd be so tough So you sell your soul for a piece of the pie Now you can't sleep, so you don't even try Wouldn't wanna be like you I wouldn't wanna be like you, no way I wouldn't wanna be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true Money is the monkey giving you a backache Money is the grease in the palm of the handshake Money covers up all the evidence Not taking all the money would have made the best sense Bet you never thought you'd bleed that much Bet you never thought I'd be so rough But you thought you could beat them at their game But they wrote the rules, now you take the blame Wouldn't wanna be like you Wouldn't wanna be like you, no way I wouldn't wanna be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true All the players on the sidelines Feigning shock and innocence Hear no, see no, speak no evil Take the fall for all of the play Money is the orange jumpsuit you're wearing Money is the grey roots in your blonde hair and Money is the ex-wife and the ex-girlfriends Money you hid is the money they're spending Here's to the brand-new diamond bracelet Here's to the too tight ankle bracelet Here's to the days before you went down 'Cause what goes around comes around and around Wouldn't wanna be like you I wouldn't wanna be like you, no way I wouldn't wanna be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true I wouldn't wanna be like you, no way I wouldn't wanna be like you You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie But that don't make it true That don't make it true, no Ooh, that won't make it true No, that won't make it true Video countdown cyber phallic optics Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me 37 million's what Larry Parker got me World War XIV, my first Sony The Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen The U.S. Army only wants a few straight men Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies, guns and hope Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary Wanna be Madonna, but the price is too high, very Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway Gotta get a TV set for my car Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Sanaflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick 'Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick Steely Dan rather be a hammer than a nail The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail Eat, sleep, live, die, fucking record label G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong Maybe if I'd let him, I'd have a hit song Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Sing it with me now Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Here we go Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na Meet this incredible band Over on bass Robert Kearns On keyboard Jennifer Gunderman On guitars Audley Freed Pedal Steel Josh Grange, keyboard as well Our band leader, also on guitars, vocals Peter Stroud On drums Fred Eltringham