I Don't Work That Cheap Lyrics - Singles - Bill Kircher

I went over to England in a time machine 

I named the Beatles, I kissed the Queen, 

Showed her how to use the decimal system 

I cut a buncha hit records, man they couldn't resist 'em! 

So I took Bo Diddly to the Top of the Pops 

I tied his cobra snake in a Windsor knot 

I had Petula and Twiggy in the back of my jeep 

You can't pay me what I'm worth, I don't work that cheap! 

Well next stop was Paris for the Folies Bergére 

Where I somehow hit it off with Mrs. Robespierre 

She took me all the way up the Eiffle Tower 

I slid down so fast I set my pants on fire 

She whispered she was next in line to be queen 

But her husband was sharpening his guillotine 

I said don't tell me no secrets that I can't keep 

You can't pay me what I'm worth, I don't work that cheap! 

So I made it back home for the big inaugu-rama 

I had to play my record for my man Obama 

I blew right by the Secret Service 

I said, "Put that thing away, man, you're making me nervous!" 

Yes and give me the Prez, I don't talk to no Veep 

You can't pay me what I'm worth, I don't work that cheap! 

I don't work that cheap 

Uh-uh! Not that cheap 

I don't work that cheap...