Song Description

A song expressing irritation about the overinflated egos of many of today's professional athletes.

Lyrics

He pulls up a chair
Time to play meet the press
Says it ain't about the money boys
It's all about respect
But if they don't pay me
Ten million more
I'll put my game on the shelf
At the free agent store
The owner thinks I'm jokin', sayin things he might regret
But it ain't about the money boys
It's all about respect

(Chorus)
Well it ain't about the money
That ain't why I'm here
But I gotta get paid
Before I disappear
It ain't about the money
Got a name to protect
No it ain't about the money boys
It's all about respect

Thinks he hits like the Babe
But he's way past his prime
His average last year was .229
We love the way he plays
Love to see him compete
But it hits a raw nerve to hear his family's gotta eat
Says he hates the attention
Can do without the fame
So if it ain't about the money boy
Shut up and play the game

We're gettin' kinda tired of your prima donna ways
We're just your average Joes
We struggle every day
Take our kids to the game
Spend a whole week's check
And now we're overdue
For some of your respect

(Chorus)

Well it ain't about the money
We just come to cheer
You wouldn't make a dime
If we all disappeared
So while you're countin' all your millions
You better not forget
It'll be about the money
If we don't get your respect