Money To Burn (Live)

This was usually the show closer. Unless we decided to do a cover for the encore. Yeah…we actually got encores. I’m as shocked as you are.

Anyway…here’s the story behind the song:

Early morning phone call. Location; unknown. Guy getting an earful from his wife. They obviously have some issues. She’s tired of his partying, and ignoring her, and pulls the “D” card. Figures she can take him for half…or better. Well, he knows she’s been f*cking around on him while he’s out partying. He’s got photographic proof. So…let the games begin! Give it a listen. There’s a twist.

Picked up the telephone
She said Son, I’m glad you’re home
I got somethin’ you got to know
And that’s for sure
She said…
I’m tired of you stayin’ out all night
Goin’ out, gettin’ drunk, get in-to a fight
While I’m home alone n’ I’m worried to death
Come thru’ the door with liquor on your breath

She said, I think I want a divorce
I said yes u-huh of course
I’m gonna take you for a buck or two
I got news for you…

Be-cause

This time baby, you’ve gone too far
I’ll take the house, you can take the car
Trust me baby
I’ve got money to burn!
Sounds like a story, But tell the truth
I got the photos, I got the truth
Don’t try me baby
I’ve got money to burn

Your sorry ass is none of my concern
I think it’s time a lesson to be learned

Tell me now baby, who was that clown?
Was it you or the camera that was upside-down?
Your little affair, now that didn’t hurt
What bothers me is he’s wearin’ my shirt!

(Solo)

I was…
All made up for my day in court
Promisin’ this would be sweet, but short
All laid out with my master plan
To ruin the life of the other man
But she knew somethin’ that I didn’t know
Had her own little ace-in-the-hole
Court came to order, and I couldn’t budge
The man in my plan, it was the judge!

Well now baby, you’ve gone too far
You’ll get the house, you’ll get the car
You’ll probably even get my money to burn!

You’ll tell your story, they’ll say it was true
And then they’ll give everything to you
Including my money to burn

She got the house. She got the car
And I’m face-down at the end of the bar
I can’t stand you
You got my money to burn

I got no house. I got no car
My dinner last night was a candy bar
No more money to burn

Her sorry ass, was none of my concern
This game o’ cat & mouse? I just got burned