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