Randy Newman — Its Money That Matters

Of all of the people that I used to know Most never adjusted to the great big world I see 'em lurking in bookstores Workin' for the public radio Carryin' their babies around in sacks on their backs Movin' careful and slow It's money that matters Hear what I say It's money that matters In the U.S.A All of these people are much brighter than I In any fair system they would flourish and thrive But they barely survive They eke out a living They barely survive When I was a young boy, maybe thirteen I took a hard look around me, asked "What does it mean?" So I talked to my father; he didn't know I talked to my friend; he didn't know I talked to my brother; he didn't know I talked to everybody that I knew It's money that matters Now, you know that it's true It's money that matters Whatever you do I talked to a man lived up on the county line I was washin' his car with a friend of mine He was a little fat guy in a red jumpsuit I said, "That looks kinda funny"; he said, "I know it does too - But I got a great big house on the hill here Great big blonde wife inside it Great big pool in my back yard Another great big pool beside it! Sonny, it's money that matters Hear what I say It's money that matters In the U.S.A It's money that matters Now, you know that it's true It's money that matters Whatever you do"