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PAY-PAY-PAY
WORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
I. cake on the shelf,
take it for yourself.
run out the door
while the store clerk yells for help.
it came from nowhere,
fell out of the sky,
pennies from heaven
in a half-baked lie.
stealing a piece of the pie.
CHORUS A: I pay the price
when they raise the price.
I pay the tax
when they raise the tax.
I pay the guys
who clean up your trash.
and I pay, pay, pay, pay, pay.
II. stealing the news
from a paper machine,
sold on the corner for a
handful of green.
now you're sellin' disease
for a jar of Vaseline.
now you're a charity
hospital queen.
don't even mention nicotine. 'cause...
(repeat chorus A)
CHORUS B: I pay the price
when they raise the price.
I pay the premium
when they raise the premium.
I pay the guys
who clean up your trash.
and I pay, pay, pay, pay.
and I pay, pay, pay, pay.
© Copyright 1986 Earl P. Reinhalter. All Rights Reserved.
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