Song for a Dollar Bobby Darin

You've written your songs for a dollar
Peddle them on the street
You turned out any old thing to sing
'Cause you got to have something to eat

But how many steaks can you chew, boy?
How many cars can you drive?
And how many Moon-in-June tap tunes
Can you write before you're a lie?

You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler
Louder than the squalor he comes from

Well, you sang your songs for the nations
That've been heard around the Earth
You ain't got no moral
Money is only worth

But how many suits can you wear, boy?
And how many homes can you own?
How many rhymes with dimes [?] limes
Can you turn up before you're grown?

You know, a song for a dollar make a dead man holler
Louder than the squalor he comes from