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MAD MONEY’ is a lyrical, satirical trip through the last three decades. To all who ask “How did we get here?”, this snibbit of cynical sarcasm sums it all up. From the coke years to the crack years to the smack years, it’s all here. Bulls battle bears and kicks compliment snares, just like you were there. Frequent flier miles from bombing Baghdad become hungry Hummers and hmmmmm… How do we get OUT of here?

Song Lyrics:

MAD MONEY

(chorus) Mad money, mad money,
Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny,
When the banks melt down,
And The mess gets all runny.
Mad money, mad money,
But it just ain’t funny no more,
Empty your pockets just to settle the score.
Mad money, mad money,
Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny,
When the banks melt down,
And The mess gets all runny.
Mad money, mad money,
But it just ain’t funny no more,
Empty your pockets just to settle the score.


Mad money in the 80’s, like way back when,
Before the Euro went up against the Yen.
When it was snowin blow, like white cuffs and collars,
And everyone was rolling in the dollars.
With Michael Douglas telling us “Greed is Good.”
And everyone wants to be like Hollywood.
Keepin up with the Jones’ is not that hard,
I’ll just put it on my new MasterCard.
Breakdancing. Reagonomics, and trickle-down,
Bush War I, the Hammer and Sickle down.
So look around, the rich getting richer in this town
The deficit up, oil fields burnin down.
We hoped the salad days were not just a shooting star,
But someone always cleans up at the salad bar.
We changed the world, but was it for the best?
I’ll play my credit cards right next to my chest.

(chorus) Mad money, mad money,
Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny,
When the banks melt down,
And The mess gets all runny.
Mad money, mad money,
But it just ain’t funny no more,
Empty your pockets just to settle the score.
Mad money, mad money,
Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny,
When the banks melt down,
And The mess gets all runny.
Mad money, mad money,
But it just ain’t funny no more,
Empty your pockets just to settle the score.



Mad money, verse two like what you gonna do?
When it started back in 1992.
When more than deals were under the table.
When more than the Cain was willing and able.
When national debt was slipping away.
And personal debt was more than many could pay.
When Sears and Roebuck tried to change their face,
And Rodney King and O.J. tried to challenge race.
When oil was cheap, and good times were cheaper.
As the cell phone took the throne from the beeper.
The crypt-keeper Dr. Jones skated pools and domes,
While Lithic pondered ancient tomes.
The tech-bubble left investors in trouble,
The dot.com bubble compounded it double.
America just played dumb, like Barney Rubble.
But I’m tryin to come thru, like two-day stubble.


(chorus) Mad money, mad money,
Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny,
When the banks melt down,
And The mess gets all runny.
Mad money, mad money,
But it just ain’t funny no more,
Empty your pockets just to settle the score.

Mad money, mad money,
Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny,
When the banks melt down,
And The mess gets all runny.
Mad money, mad money,
But it just ain’t funny no more,
Empty your pockets just to settle the score.


Mad money, mad money, like the 21st century,
New Years Day, I remember what it meant to me.
Y2K, and will my money still be there?
And where is there, as if I care?
Two arrows, two targets, too much to say,
Too many questions still today!
And sub-prime, like a laughing mime,
Like ‘I’ll sell you a dollar if you give me a dime.’
And the rich getting richer and the poor staying poor,
And the Fannie Mae directors getting 20 million more.
Find Saddam, find Osama, find a reason for the war,
Find a place for all the soldiers who aren’t like they were before.
Find a million, billion, trillion to bail out the banks,
Like they were driving Lambroghini’s with empty tanks.
Find a place for all the Hummers hooked on foreign power,
Find a different kind of way, because it’s now th