The Moneygoround

Robert owes half to Grenville

Who, in turn, gave half to Larry, who

Adored my instrumentals

And so he gave half to a foreign publisher

He took half the money

That was earned in some far distant land

Gave back half to Larry

And I end up with half of goodness knows what

Can somebody explain

Why things go on this way?

I thought they were my friends

I can't believe it's me

I can't believe that I'm so green

Eyes down, round and round

Let's all sit and watch the money-go-round

Everyone take a little bit here and a little bit there

Do they all deserve money from a song that they've never heard?

They don't know the tune and they don't know the words

But they don't give a damn

There's no end to it

I'm in a pit and I'm stuck in it

The money goes 'round and around and around

And it comes out here

When they've all taken their share

I went to see a solicitor and my story was heard and the writs were served

On the verge of a nervous breakdown

I decided to fight right to the end

But if I ever get my money

I'll be too old and grey to spend it

Oh, but life goes on and on

And no one ever wins

And time goes quickly by

Just like the money-go-round

I only hope that I'll survive