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  1. Teflon® Man

From the recording SAY SOMETHING IN POETRY

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TEFLON® MAN

As far as the eye can see,
I can see poverty;
Money doesn’t stick to me.
Though I get my pay on Friday night,
My dough never sees daylight.
It disappears so rapidly;
Money doesn’t stick to me.
When it comes to coins of the realm,
Guess who’s joined the helm?
Looks like old Simon Legree.
Money doesn’t stick to me.

As far as the eye can see,
I can see poverty;
Money doesn’t stick to me.
All my big bills say PAST DUE,
I’m like that old woman in a shoe.
The bare bones of my story:
Money doesn’t stick to me.
If we had canine currency,
My collar ID would say, “flee;”
That’s spelled F - L - DOUBLE - E.
Money doesn’t stick to me.

As far as the eye can see,
I can see poverty;
Money doesn’t stick to me.

I’m a G.I. Joe kind of guy,
“Charge!” is my plastic battle cry.
I get no quarter from the enemy;
Money doesn’t stick to me.

I asked, “How bad can it get?”
The Doc said, “No change yet.”
I’ve got the cash flow malady;
Money doesn’t stick to me.

As far as the eye can see,
I can see poverty;
Money doesn’t stick to me.

If it’s true that money speaks,
Mine has a voice box that leaks.
Even silver seems so slippery;
Money doesn’t stick to me.

When it comes to the economy,
Archaeologists will agree.
I was in the Teflon® society.
Money doesn’t stick to me.

As far as the eye can see,
I can see poverty;
Money doesn’t stick to me.

Copyright © 2000 Lex Zaleta