He drives around in a fancy car
  Smokes those long cuban cigars
  He don't know how to play guitar
  He can't sing but still the pretty girls think he's a star
  
  We play music got families to feed
  Ain't good with numbers and he knows we can't read
  If we get a dollar you know he gets three
  It ain't hard to figure out it's as simple as can be
  Don't ask me ask the money man
  
  These boys are livin' in a fantasy land
  I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man
  I'll be long gone before they understand
  My promises are strong like a road made out of sand
  
  I wanna be your money man
  My mortgage is picked up by the band
  I wanna be your money man
  The boys, oh they're sleepin' out in the van
  
  Don't ask me ask the money man
  You boys are livin' in fantasy land
  You signed the dotted line I'm takin' all I can
  Your money's lookin' good in my retirement plan
  That's just the way it is when your playin' in a band
  
  That's my money man down on his knees
  He ain't prayin' but he damn sure ought to be
  He's at a place where money doesn't grow on trees
  And all his prison buddies doin' more than shoot the breeze
  How does it feel no money man
  Not too good
  What did you do with my money man
  Well I a... Well a you know a...
  How does it feel to be a honey man
  Are you sure that your still a man
  
  
  Aw your dressed up like a little girl
  Just shootin' the breeze down on your knees
  Money man, oh money man