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!