Lost me a rocket ship, gained 40 pounds,
The new model Tesla’s makin’ … funny sounds.
Bought me a Twitter, took out a loan,
Now X stock is droppin’ like a big ol’ stone.
My son X-A12, he’s quite an X-laddie,
But can I be sure that he loves his X-daddy?
Got a yacht, got a Learjet, got my own Turkish harem,
But the days they go by, and I can’t seem to bear ’em.
Got a self-drivin’ car and a neuralink app,
I sail close to the wind, with the world in my lap.
Got a Gibson guitar, was gonna sing me a song.
But my heart just ain’t in it, and it feels sorta wrong.
Should I dig me a tunnel, with my Boring Company?
Ah, but boredom’s what I don’t need – baby, can’t you see?
Got a hundred pit bull lawyers case some damn fool sues,
So why can’t I scare away those musky money blues?
Got those musky money blues, from my hairline to my shoes.
I’m richer than most countries, and I coup just whom I choose.
So why can’t I frighten off those musky money blues?
Why can’t I scare away those musky money blues?
I’ll build me a new spaceship and head off to Mars,
Try to shake this mood of mine while driftin’ past the stars.
Nah, I’m only dreamin’, I know it just ain’t true,
I’ll bring myself with me, make that Red Planet blue.
Got those musky money blues, it’s a feelin’ I can’t lose.
My face is always out there, and I control the news.
So why can’t I just buy off those musky money blues?
Why can’t I scare away those musky money blues?
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