Mozart's Money Lyrics - Singles - Blumenfeld Hugh

Where the hell did it go? 

They say he spent it all on wine and women 

But even so-- 

I know a guy who wrote a song for Garth Brooks 

And now he's got it made for life 

But Mozart never really made a lot of money, 

And that's what I tell my wife. 

I'd like to know what happened to Poe's 

Investment portfolio 

Maybe he walled it up in that crypt 

With his good friend Fortunato 

I know a guy who knows Stephen King 

Who'll be a sheik in the afterlife 

But Mr. Poe never made much dough 

And that's what I tell my wife 

I accost her with tales of Stephen Foster 

And the visionary William Blake 

I say "Honey, you can't count the money 

That a genius doesn't make." 

But Wallace Stevens was also from Hartford, 

a big insurance man 

William Carlos Williams was a pediatrician 

And Eliot worked in a bank. 

Time will tell if they were poets as well 

Or if they're just big books on the shelf 

But most of my heroes never made a lot of money 

And that's what I keep telling myself 

What ever happened to Mozart's money--and what about van Gogh? 

I tell you there's more than blood that's red in the books of Edgar Allen 

Poe 

Imagination in large denominations is something you can never earn 

But the poor damned souls who made Mozarts money, still got money to burn 

Yeah, the poor damned souls who made Mozarts money, 

they still got money to burn 

Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music