This song was probably being written in my head as I was playing some cover song in a bar to a random bunch of pool-playing patrons. Many many bar stages since….

Lyrics:

Play something that rhymes with money honey,
Something that makes for good times.
It’d really be nice if it’s funny buddy and the words you sing better rhyme.
Don’t make it a chore, just stick to 4/4,
Pump up the beat till it grinds.
Make it sultry for dancin’ out on the floor with
Sounds that groove with the times.

Chorus:

Take a look at my sharp new hook
You can’t hear it but you’ll catch it from my eyes.
My lines cast out to coax a few good fish
Into believing that our world could use a better state of mind.

Hey-dee-ho baby, well how do you know
What really goes on inside the show?
It’s all who’s got the money and where does it go.
All I know is that it moves too slow!

Upon the bar room stage I’ll sing until I’m grey, playing favorites of the day
And that’s o.k., but I’ve got something more to say that might not fit the pace.

Pause a while to ponder style, is it really ever worth your while
To fit into the latest mold to catch elusive gold?
Survival in the scheme of things means fitting on the spot
Stick to what you mean to sing, don’t lose what you’ve got.

Chorus

Survival in the scheme of things means fitting on the spot
Stick to what you mean to sing, don’t lose what you’ve got!
Don’t lose what you’ve got, don’t you lose it,
Don’t lose what you’ve got!!

Words and Music ©1987 Eric E. Everett