Profit Video (MV)

Everybody asks me to explain myself, and please make it perfectly plain
So I answer, tra la la la la la la la, it ain't about profit or gain

If my money was a work of art, I would've wiped it off onto my smock
I get paid at half past nine, and it's gone by ten o'clock
I borrow pennies from Peter to pay Paul, from Jimmy to pay the bill
Sometimes I think I'd rather live in my car than visit Nowheresville

So I say tra la la la, tra la la la, it ain't about fortune or fame

Everybody asks me to explain myself, and please make it perfectly plain
So I answer, tra la la la la la la la, it ain't about profit or gain

If my money was a work of art, I would've wiped it off onto my smock
I get paid at half past nine, and it's gone by ten o'clock
I borrow pennies from Peter to pay Paul, from Jimmy to pay the bill
Sometimes I think I'd rather live in my car than visit Nowheresville

Brothers and sisters follow this rule and never ask why
On Friday collect your paycheck and find someplace to die
Oh brother, bury me not without my money
'Cause I know you wouldn't tell a joke without the funny

See the brother walkin' in his shiny velvet tux
He went and sold his mother for a half a zillion bucks
Everywhere it's just the same
It ain't about profit or gain

Oh my children, never listen to words of the man who hangs out in the woods
He'll try to tell you that love is the way and that your pennies are no good
He'll try to tell you that his heart is so strong that nothing can ever stop it
So bring him to me and I'll teach him how to sell that, too, and even make a profit

Everybody asks me to explain myself, and please make it perfectly plain
How can you exist without a new car, new house, new buttons on your blouse
You must be on drugs or insane
So I answer, tra la la la la la la la, it ain't about profit or gain
It ain't about fortune or fame