Wouldn’t Want To Be Like You / Na Na Song (Live from the Ryman / 2019)

[Part I: Wouldn’t Want to Be Like You]

[Verse 1]
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 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

[Chorus]
I wouldn't want to be like you
I wouldn't want to be like you
No way
I wouldn't want to be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a liе, you tell a lie
But that don't make it truе

[Verse 2]
Money is the monkey giving you a backache
Money is the grease in the palm of a 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 it'd be so rough
You thought you could beat them at their game
But they wrote the rules, now you take the blame

[Chorus]
I wouldn't want to be like you
I wouldn't want to be like you
No way
I wouldn't want to be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
But that don't make it true

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

[Verse 3]
Money is the orange jumpsuit you're wearing
Money is the gray 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

[Chorus]
I wouldn't want to be like you
I wouldn't want to be like you
No way
Oh, I wouldn't want to be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
But that don't make it true

[Outro]
I wouldn't want to be like you
No way
Oh, I wouldn't want to be like you
You tell a lie, you tell a lie, you tell a lie
That don't make it true
That don't make it true
No, that won't make it true

[Part II: The Na-Na Song]

[Verse 1]
Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic
Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's going to rock me
37 million's what Larry Parker got me
World War XIV, my first Sony
Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni
Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen
U.S. Army only wants a few straight men

[Refrain]
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na

[Verse 2]
Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope
What the world needs now is babies, gun 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

[Refrain]
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na
Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na

[Verse 3]
Saniflush Bud-Bowl making me sick
'Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick
Steely Dan rather be 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 my table, table, table
Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank DiLeo's dong
Maybe if I'd let him I'd have had a hit song

[Refrain]
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

[Instrumental Break]

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