I Turn Music Into Money

written by: Miles Zuniga & Paul Minor

© 2005 The Small Stars

I'm just a boy from Birmingham
And I never passed the bar exam
But I was blessed with a golden ear

Now I know a hit when I hear one
And I'll treat you like me dear son
Stick with me and you'll be playing Wembley Arena next year

Just like bees turn pollen into honey
I turn music into money

I turn music into money (money)
I turn sad songs into cash
I love that one about your dead dad
I think it's a million dollar smash
That's a million minus my commissions and my fees
I turn music into money
Twenty percent for me

We got to get you on the road boys
Playing three hundred dates a year
The Small Stars are gonna make a big noise
Now that I'm managing your career
And your fame will spread across the nation like a disease
I turn music into money
Thirty percent for me

	What about the money from the New Years show?
Hmm, honestly darlings I don't know
	We think that the money went up your nose
	Where'd you put the money?
Boys
	Where'd you put the money?
Boys listen to me

It's true me nose might seem a little runny (sniff)
But I turn music into money

I turn music into money (money)
I turn sad songs into gold
I turn music into money (money)
And you all just do as your told

And they say that money doesn't grow on trees
But I turn music into money
Twenty percent, no
Thirty percent, hmm
Forty, fifty, percent, 
For me
Oh I turn music into money