“Hello Mr. Dollar” (2011) by Eddie Amos, Father of Tori Amos. Yes, it’s true, this is a brand new video by Tori’s Dad, and her Mom is in the video, too. Very bizarre and interesting.
youtube description: Eddie’s first release is an avant garde comical sketch about the current American debt crisis. Using low production for humor and awareness of more serious issues, Eddie’s video presents the question — what will happen to the Arts and Media if the power behind the dollar is destroyed?
Lyrics:
WHO ARE YOU FROM WHENCE HAVE YOU COME
MY NAME IS MR DOLLAR AND I AM SICK
LYING IN INTENSIVE CARE UNIT ON A RESPIRATOR
MEDIC EDDIE WILL TELL YOU MY SAD STORY
NOT THE GOLD MAN NOT THE SILVER MAN AM I
NOT THE COPPER MAN IT’S THE SICK TIN MAN
WHERE YOUR TREASURE IS THERE SHALL BE YOUR HEART
ALSO HELLO MR. DOLLAR YOU ARE WITHOUT A HEART
YOU HAD A GOLD HEART DURING THE DEPRESSION
WE WERE POOR MR. DOLLAR YOU WERE KING
I DREAMED OF HAVING GOLD A GOLD COIN SOME DAY
I KNEW THERE WAS GOLD IN FORT KNOX
WHO ARE YOU AND FROM WHENCE HAVE YOU COME
MY NAME IS MR DOLLAR AND I AM SICK
LYING IN INTENSIVE CARE UNIT ON A RESPIRATOR
MEDIC EDDIE WILL TELL YOU MY SAD STORY
NOT THE GOLD MAN NOT THE SILVER MAN AM I
NOT THE COPPER MAN IT’S THE SICK TIN MAN
IF YOU AIN’T GOLD MR DOLLAR WHO ARE YOU
OH THERE WERE THE DAYS OF SILVER
A SILVER DOLLAR A BOX OF CHERRIES TOO
TO CELEBRATE GEORGE WASHINGTON’S BIRTHDAY
PRESIDENT KENNEDY WAS HONORED BY MR. DOLLAR
NOT GOLD NOT SILVER BUT A COPPER SILVER DOLLAR
WHO ARE YOU AND FROM WHENCE HAVE YOU COME
MY NAME IS MR DOLLAR AND I AM SICK
LYING IN INTENSIVE CARE UNIT ON A RESPIRATOR
MEDIC EDDIE WILL TELL YOU MY SAD STORY
NOT THE GOLD MAN NOT THE SILVER MAN AM I
NOT THE COPPER MAN IT’S THE SICK TIN MAN
MR. DOLLAR AND I WENT AROUND THE WORLD
I HAD A FIST FULL OF COPPER DOLLARS
WHAT A GREAT TRIP JOY ME AND MR. DOLLAR
COME YANKEE BOY WITH COPPER MONEY
MY HEART WAS LOST WHEN THEY SPIT ON YOU
THAT’S TRUE MR DOLLAR THEY SPIT ON YOU
WHO ARE YOU AND FROM WHENCE HAVE YOU COME
MY NAME IS MR DOLLAR AND I AM SICK
LYING IN INTENSIVE CARE UNIT ON A RESPIRATOR
MEDIC EDDIE WILL TELL YOU MY SAD STORY
HOW LOW CAN I SINK A BUM IN THE WORLD
NOT GOLD NOT SILVER IN MY HEART
NOT EVEN COPPER IT’S TIN IN MY HEART
THERE IN MY HEART I AM TIN THE LOWEST
MY NAME IS MR. DOLLAR THEY SPIT ON ME
DOC JUST ONE MORE CHANCE TO GET THE GOLD
WHO ARE YOU AND FROM WHENCE HAVE YOU COME
MY NAME IS MR DOLLAR AND I AM SICK
LYING IN INTENSIVE CARE UNIT ON A RESPIRATOR
MEDIC EDDIE WILL TELL YOU MY SAD STORY
NOT THE GOLD MAN NOT THE SILVER MAN AM I
NOT THE COPPER MAN IT’S THE SICK TIN MAN
MY NAME IS MR DOLLAR THEY SPIT ON ME
DOC JUST ONE MORE CHANCE TO GET THE GOLD
Michael Jackson says “We’ve Had Enough”
lyrics:
Love was taken from a young life
And no one told her why
Her direction has a dim light
From one more violent crime
She innocently questioned why
Why her father had to die
She asked the men in blue
How is it that you get to choose
Who will live and who will die
Did God say that you could decide?
You saw he didn’t run
And that my daddy had no gun
In the middle of a village
Way in a distant land
Lies a poor boy with his broken toy
Too young to understand
He’s awaken, ground is shakin’
His father grabs his hand
Screaming, crying, his wife’s dying
Now he’s left to explain
He innocently questioned why
Why his mother had to die
What did these soldiers come here for?
If they’re for peace, why is there war?
Did God say that they could decide
Who will live and who will die?
All my mama ever did
Was try to take care of her kids
We’re innocently standing by
Watching people lose their lives
It seems as if we have no voice
It’s time for us to make a choice
Only God could decide
Who will live and who will die
There’s nothing that can’t be done
If we raise our voice as one
They got to hear it from me
They got to hear it from you
They got to hear it from us
We can’t take it
We’ve already had enough
They got to hear it from me
They got to hear it from you
They got to hear it from us
We can’t take it
We’ve already had enough
They got to hear it from me
They got to hear it from you
They got to hear it from you, baby
We can’t take it
We’ve already had enough
Deep in my soul baby
Deep in your soul and let God decide
Deep in my soul
It’s up to me and I’m still alive
They got to hear it from us
We can’t take it
We’ve already had enough
It’s going down, baby
Just let God decide
It’s going on baby
Just let God decide
Deep in my soul baby
We’ve already had enough
They got to hear it from me
They got to hear it from you
They got to hear it from us
We can’t, we can’t
We’ve already had enough
