I'm Sorry, Mr. Jefferson

There was a time when I wasn't so old When my mind was distracted with silver and gold While others lie in bed counting their sheep Sweet pennies and nickels sang me to sleep Abraham Lincoln was quite the President But his face to me meant only one cent I'm sorry, Mr. Jefferson, I didn't know what you did But I appreciated your help, you made me one big, rich kid Weekend chores came, Mom expected a groan But I simply smiled for the allowance she owed But what could I do with the money she gave She pays for my groceries, she pays for everything Just a money-hungry child who could only save The best place to hide the treasures I made Sitting on my shelf in an old piggy bank Years went by as I played the game That old game of life adding wealth to my name 9 To 5, no sunlight all day Once I thought it worth it for astronomical pay My Mom asks, "Why, son?"... I draw a blank I rush home to my room, destroy the old piggy bank I'm sorry, Mr. Jefferson. I'm sorry, Honest Abe Your presence is not needed, I'm a free man today No paper, no coins of any kind Will ever regain control of my mind I'm a money-indifferent man, my heart is all mine Yes, my heart has been saved