Free Agent
by Arthur Treacher
November 1993

Where would you rather play?
Anywhere but here.
When will the money be right?
Anytime but now.

With my balance sheet,
I was counting for half the night.
Wealthy and famous,
So greedy and heartless.
Make sure the contract's just right
So many decisions, my agent's revisions
Make the no trade clause airtight.

Wilderness of dollars
See how I must feel
Bound in iron chains
Try not to reveal
My bank account's not shallow
I will get the richest deal.

Where would you rather play?
Anywhere but here.
When will the money be right?
Anytime but now.
The taunts and the jeers
I know would all disappear.
Anywhere but here.

Wilderness of dollars
Thats what I admire
No precious sense of honor
Its for money I aspire
I'm making bank deposits
While the owners all perspire

Wilderness of dollars
So easy to receive
Without arbitration
I would surely grieve
My financial hardship
So easy to relieve

On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sight so bright
Awesome and peerless, cheered by your nearness
I knew that this contract was right
What made me decide, was the dollars inside
The choice was for wealth out of sight