Bobby Darin — Song for a Dollar

You've written your songs for a dollar Peddle them on the street You turned out any old thing to sing 'Cause you got to have something to eat But how many steaks can you chew, boy? How many cars can you drive? And how many Moon-in-June tap tunes Can you write before you're a lie? You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler Louder than the squalor he comes from Well, you sang your songs for the nations That've been heard around the Earth You ain't got no moral Money is only worth But how many suits can you wear, boy? And how many homes can you own? How many rhymes with dimes [?] limes Can you turn up before you're grown? You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler Louder than the squalor he comes from For 32 full seasons, you've been playing the game Part of plan you flim-flam man, get some fortune and fame But how many times can you lie, boy? How many games can you play? Before you get down to TCB And say what you gotta say You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler Louder than the squalor he comes from Now, you hope it's being written, long before you're dead By autonomous anonymous, guys who think you're red But how many [?] do you strive for Leaving the money express Till it gets clear that there is no fear When the man is fully undressed You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler Louder than the squalor he comes from