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