Wouldn't Want to Be Like You / The Na-Na Song (Live from the Ryman, 2019)

Money is the Bentley parked on Wall Street
Money is the new friends you make each week
Money is the inside guy at the bank
Money is the yacht right before it sank

Bet you never thought you'd want so much
Bet you never thought that it'd be so tough
So you sell your soul for a piece of the pie
Now you can't sleep, so you don't even try

Wouldn't wanna be like you
I wouldn't wanna be like you, no way
I wouldn't wanna be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
But that don't make it true

Money is the monkey giving you a backache
Money is the grease in the palm of the handshake
Money covers up all the evidence
Not taking all the money would have made the best sense

Bet you never thought you'd bleed that much
Bet you never thought I'd be so rough
But you thought you could beat them at their game
But they wrote the rules, now you take the blame

Wouldn't wanna be like you
Wouldn't wanna be like you, no way
I wouldn't wanna be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
But that don't make it true

All the players on the sidelines
Feigning shock and innocence
Hear no, see no, speak no evil
Take the fall for all of the play

Money is the orange jumpsuit you're wearing
Money is the grey roots in your blonde hair and
Money is the ex-wife and the ex-girlfriends
Money you hid is the money they're spending

Here's to the brand-new diamond bracelet
Here's to the too tight ankle bracelet
Here's to the days before you went down
'Cause what goes around comes around and around

Wouldn't wanna be like you
I wouldn't wanna be like you, no way
I wouldn't wanna be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
But that don't make it true

I wouldn't wanna be like you, no way
I wouldn't wanna be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
But that don't make it true
That don't make it true, no
Ooh, that won't make it true
No, that won't make it true

Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic
Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me
37 million's what Larry Parker got me

World War XIV, my first Sony
The Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen
The U.S. Army only wants a few straight men

Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na

Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope
What the world needs now is babies, guns and hope
Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary
Wanna be Madonna, but the price is too high, very
Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation

Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation
Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway
When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway
Gotta get a TV set for my car
Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars

Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na

Sanaflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick
'Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick
Steely Dan rather be a hammer than a nail
The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail

Eat, sleep, live, die, fucking record label
G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table
Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong
Maybe if I'd let him, I'd have a hit song

Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na
Sing it with me now
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na
Here we go
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na, na-na

Meet this incredible band
Over on bass Robert Kearns
On keyboard Jennifer Gunderman
On guitars Audley Freed
Pedal Steel Josh Grange, keyboard as well
Our band leader, also on guitars, vocals Peter Stroud
On drums Fred Eltringham