My older brother Tommy, was a lineman rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires, on them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early, he'd climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it, so one day I asked him why
He said it pays big money, and man I'm into that
It pays big money, if you're willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money, but he sure can't spend it now
Well, my late Uncle Charlie, was this demolition hound
He'd travel across the country, blowin buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite seemed, everywhere he went
And he smoked them big long cigars and he'd wink at you and grin
And said it pays big money, and man I'm into that
It pays big money, if you're willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money, but he sure can't spend it now
Well now the moral of this story boys, is don't go getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives, they just might put you in their will
And that pays big money, yeah and we're I'm into that
And that pays big money, and big money is where it's at
Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money, and we're rolling in it now
It pays big money, having foolish kin
It pays big money, guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something, sonny, take a look at this bank account
It pays big money, let's go spend some of it now
Repeat three times and then fade out