Lyrics

Lately I feel like a used one dollar bill,
crumpled and folded, rejected for nil,
from pocket to pocket, wallet, purse to case,
I can't get the smile Old George has got on his face.
(Washington, that is.)

I think about Lincoln and how he got on the fiver,
could it really be he was such an honest man,
the truth is he was hell bound for gambling, sex and lust,
so I cashed Old Abe in Heaven, cause only in God I trust.

"Annuit Coeptis Novos Ordo Seclorum"
I don't think many folks really know what that means,
it could be Greek or could be Latin,
meaning less than gold or platinum,
so cash me now cause I ain't worth much on another day,
or bet me on them Broncos
and watch all your money fade away.

Lately I feel like a used one dollar bill,
thrown in the slot machine and spun till I'm ill,
both my cherries turned to lemons
in the pockets of my denims,
so I'll stick around till you hang me on the wall.