Sometimes you sing for the money sometimes you sing for the show

Sometimes you sing for the dewy eyed darlings

Still makes them cry don't you know

Sometimes you sing for the glory but glory don't last very long

And through the haze of the stage can you look back to days

When you used to sing for the song

Sing for the song boy just like you did when you stood on that corner

And didn't even feel the glow

Sing for the song boy just like you did before all of the flash bulbs

And cocaine and bright things and ladies got hold of your soul



But you really don't make too much money and you donn't give much of a show

And them dewy eyed darling next week will be crying

For somebody else don't you know

But the music's become your burden and the words all sound twisted and wrong

And the hits that you sell don't taste quite as well

As when you used to sing for the song

Sing for the song boy...

Sing for the song boy...

Sing for the song