Orbison/priceWell I love this business, itâ€™s been good to meIâ€™ve got a different shirt to wear every day canâ€™t you see? The crowds, they respond to me they got my ticketsAnd you know my pictures ainâ€™t free, so Iâ€™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 hanginâ€™ roundI got a top rated tv show, they play my records on the radioBut wonâ€™t you tell me true, thereâ€™s one thing Iâ€™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 meIâ€™ve endorsed a lot of products but you donâ€™t get me name for freeIâ€™m not really hard to please, just gimme top billing in every press releaseAnd Iâ€™m asking you, just listen to my show, where does all the money go? Well Iâ€™ll be in this business till Iâ€™m under the old oak treeAnd the folks will pay a lot of their money just to walk over meIâ€™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 thereâ€™s got to be one hell of a stashAnd the epitaph I want on my headstone is where did all the money go?