When The Money's All Gone

Good-Time Charlie’s on the evening news
The party’s gone public, grab your dancing shoes
Pass it around 'til we all get stoned
We’ll all come down when the money’s all gone
Everybody’s living, everybody’s high
Everybody’s selling so buy, baby, buy
Everything’s had and nothing is owned
And 'round it goes 'til the money’s all gone
When the money’s all gone we’ll get back to work
Get back in the garden, get back in the dirt
It’s an ill wind that doesn’t blow some good
We can put it back together the way that we should
It might not be the worst thing after all
When the money’s all gone
There’s only so much that can go around
The top goes up but the bottom goes down
Call it what you want to, tell me I’m wrong
We’ll all find out when the money’s all gone
When the money’s all gone we’ll get back to work
Get back in the garden, get back in the dirt
It’s an ill wind that doesn’t blow some good
We can put it back together the way that we should
It might not be the worst thing after all
When the money’s all gone
Lose a little, you can scream and shout
But you’ve got to lose big before they bail you out
They’ll buy the bank so they can take your home
They don’t need you anymore when the money’s all gone
When the money’s all gone
When the money’s all gone
(When the money’s all gone)