Fifty Cents

Slowly my guitar goes out of tune
Wishing all these songs would somehow dance around the room
Put me in your wallet like an old two dollar bill
Fifty cents a lesson and I'll teach you how to thrill

You and I know
That you don't understand a thing I say
So, I won't go away..no
You don't understand a thing I say
So, I lie

Growing old is always hard to do
Empathize and realize it's happening to you
It's one more day
Then one more month
Then one more year until
Your body goes
Your mind
And then your wife's left with the bill

You and I know
That you don't understand a thing I say
So, I won't go away..no
You don't understand a thing I say
So, I lie

Slowly my guitar goes out of tune
Wishing all the songs would somehow dance around the moon
Put me in your wallet like and old two dollar bill
Fifty cents a lesson and I'll teach you how to thrill