"What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do." Bob Dylan

JACK

Turn around
Don’t hit the ground
Faster, faster
Like your master
Spin the bottle
Hit the throttle
Money talks
And then you walk
You get well paid
You’ve made the grade


Jack was a jock, who bought and sold stock,
In fact, a real self-starter.
Standing in the path of a hurricane’s wrath,
He would wheel and deal and barter

Around and around the wheels did pound,
Said Jack, ”I’m going somewhere.
I’ve got no time to ease my mind.
Money is all I need
To plant my lifestyle seed.”

The years would pass and Jack did amass,
A fortune clearly stable.
He took time off and started to cough,
His body was not able.

With body old,
He turned to gold,
His pleasure freely bought.
He paid and paid, then began to fade.
But peace of mind was not,
Something he was taught.

Jack died, we cried,
In came the tide.
We called him good and kind.
He left his riches in the ditches.
Life he could not find.
His dreams were left behind.

Turn around
Don’t hit the ground
Faster, faster
Like your master
Spin the bottle
Hit the throttle
It’s too late
You’ve met your fate
Too late to find
What’s in your mind

You're done!