Orbison/priceWell I love this business, it’s been good to meI’ve got a different shirt to wear every day can’t you see? The crowds, they respond to me they got my ticketsAnd you know my pictures ain’t free, so I’m asking you, I really wanna knowWhere does all the money go? Well I dig applause, yeah, I get high from that soundI got roadies, tailors, barbers and bodyguards hangin’ roundI got a top rated tv show, they play my records on the radioBut won’t you tell me true, there’s one thing I’ve got to knowWhere does all the money go? I got expired credit cards, a pool in my back yardI bought myself a lot of friends, I got a mortgage on a mansionAnd a mid waist expansion and at forty the fun beginsI love this business but it might be the death of meI’ve endorsed a lot of products but you don’t get me name for freeI’m not really hard to please, just gimme top billing in every press releaseAnd I’m asking you, just listen to my show, where does all the money go? Well I’ll be in this business till I’m under the old oak treeAnd the folks will pay a lot of their money just to walk over meI’ve got a hungry agent, gets a gig in every nation, and he books for my nominal feeWell I never saw any cash, but I know somewhere there’s got to be one hell of a stashAnd the epitaph I want on my headstone is where did all the money go?