Have you still got the card, made out of platinum?
Still got that tuplet south of Manhattan man?
Gives us your truth, give us your beauty
We supply prizes, winning by the booty
Honey go spread the news,
I got a deal you can't refuse,
You got sixteen seconds to choose,
Prestige, power, money money money
They find you sometimes later in your midline cage,
Home of the braindead, home of the brave,
They found a million scenes that you once played,
On a cotton room floor, torn in flames
Honey go spread the news,
I got a deal you can't refuse,
You got sixteen seconds to choose,
Prestige, power, money money money
Money don't need no antidote,
Money don't need no antidote,
Money don't need no antidote,
Now you're hanging around for your standing ovation,
Plugging your crap, at the radio station
I've seen a million mokes, who think that as ours,
Honey go spread the news,
I got a deal you can't refuse,
You got sixteen seconds to choose,
Prestige, power, money money money
Writer(s): David Palmer, Chuck Kentis, Martin David Fry
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