Don't work so hard you're missin' the moment
Don't live for Saturday mornin'
Don't follow the bank
Stackin' pennies is the people's penance
But even the devil takes breaks from his bid'ness
For a cheat day
And if you're hopin' for the good times
Know when you got em
It's like 1929 pre-crash
And if you're feelin' shorted
When the chips are sorted
Won't you hold on to somethin' that lasts
Instead of a fistful of cash
It's a good thing that no one's listenin'
You don't want that kind of attention
While you're hedgin' your bets
Cut your lawn with an old blade spinner
Not cuz you need to, cuz you just like it better
While the sun sets
And if you're hopin' for the good times
Know when you got em
Don't trade em in a shuffle in a stack
And if you're feelin' shorted
When the chips are sorted
Won't you hold on to somethin' that lasts
Instead of a fistful of cash
And if you're hopin' for the good times
Know when you got em
It's like 1929 pre-crash
And if you're feelin' shorted
When the chips are sorted
Won't you hold on to somethin' that lasts
If you got credit spend it
If you got money lend it
Can't take it with you, you aint comin' back
Don't go bettin' on tomorrow
It will only end in sorrow
They're'll be breadlines on both sides of the track
Instead of a fistful of cash