No Dollar Bill
Sweet Jesus singing the blues
with brown skin
Pale man says the white you
is coming again
Mother Mary singing O sweet
child of mine
Sister Rosetta Tharpe she’s
an angel divine
I got rhythm I got thrill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
I gotta swallow the pill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
We forget what we are told
not to learn
The Beatles weren’t the first
records to burn
Down in Africa the pyramids
stand tall
Who invented calculus I just
can’t recall
I got rhythm I got thrill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
I gotta swallow the pill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
Back to the blues and the old
auction block
Tell me all the people who
invented rock
An ugly inconvenient truth
lie to the youth
Do you know the real story about
John Wilkes Booth?
I got rhythm I got thrill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
I gotta swallow the pill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
Put your hand on the
television I’ll cure your acne
Send me cash and hash in
order to thank me
The loneliness of a child
isolated and hated
The truth of the church is
something I debated
Rock and Roll can’t save but
neither do you
Jimmy Swaggart paid his whore
I know it’s true
There are miserable mysteries
I can’t explain
We can go dancing romancing in
the purple rain
I got rhythm I got thrill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
I gotta swallow the pill
Ain’t got no dollar bill
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