Hey Mister
Come together, one and all
And hear what they've got to say
They're here, to save your soul
And come and save the day
The soapbox is open
As long as you've got the cash
A quick speech, a photo op
Take the money man, take the money man
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price
They'll tell you what you want to hear
They'll make your problems disappear
Now they've got you feeling fine
But they won't understand
Unless you speak they're native tongue
Money's the language, where they come from!
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price!
Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
Sign, Sign
Just on the dotted line
Sign, Sign
Just on the dotted line
Sign, Sign
Just on the dotted line
Sign, Sign, Sign!
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame (Sign!)
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price!
And hear what they've got to say
They're here, to save your soul
And come and save the day
The soapbox is open
As long as you've got the cash
A quick speech, a photo op
Take the money man, take the money man
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price
They'll tell you what you want to hear
They'll make your problems disappear
Now they've got you feeling fine
But they won't understand
Unless you speak they're native tongue
Money's the language, where they come from!
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price!
Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh!
Sign, Sign
Just on the dotted line
Sign, Sign
Just on the dotted line
Sign, Sign
Just on the dotted line
Sign, Sign, Sign!
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame (Sign!)
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price
Hey mister who's to blame
If you've got no reasons, got no shame
Your black suit fits you nice
But you'll get nowhere till you
Name your price!
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Edward Warner, Andrew Atkins, Christopher Butcherine, Mathew Gore, Benjamin Whitney Windsor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.