Bull Walks

And Money Talks

It was a Stone Canyon afternoon at the upright. Joel Larson told Reed, "Junior, you're talkin' so fast you'll be walkin' on your lips before you know it!"

JUST FOR THE BUCKS

Methyl Ethel, she's out in the street
She's taking advantage of a midnight treat
Flash a C-note in her eyes

Did you know, did you know
She was a dancer by trade?
Guaranteed reaction in every club that she's played

People came from miles around to budget her show
But she never saw the money she made ... oh, no
What could have made her do such a thing?

Whoa, whoa, yeah, just for the bucks...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, just for the bucks...

See the politician doing his tricks
Ain't no election that he can't fix
Even with that he's still not content
Now his picture's imprinted on the money that's spent ... oh, yeah
What could have made him do such a thing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, just for the bucks... yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, just for the bucks... come on
Oh, yeah, yeah, just for the bucks...

I know bull walks, but money talks
But I've been thinkin' `bout you and me and
All those things that we've lost
Money talks ... oh, no ... oh, yeah ... well

Beware of big business
Makes the pocketbook bleed
With the Lord as my witness
I've never seen so much greed
While a ballerina is doing her splits ... well
Someone else is learning how to walk on their lips ... oh, yeah
What could have made her ever do such a thing?

Whoa, whoa, yes, just for the bucks...
Oh, whoa, whoa, just for the bucks... oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, just for the bucks... ah, yeah