This song explains itself. Maybe your band has experienced the same. We have nice help from cousin Gaspar Fazekas who wrote the music and does the main singing and playing. You hear some of Miklos and Odon, and me, Istvan Oszkar of Istvan and the Oszkars, in the background. Miklos, Odon and Istvan all wrote the lyric words together. Gabor Puskas, Where’s Our Money?
You begged and you pleaded and so we conceded
And said we would play the event
The vows and reception were months past conception
The wedding gown looked like a tent
The children were bratty, the bridesmaids were catty
Your grandmother kicked Odon’s bass
The in-laws were bawling, the cousins were brawling
Yet still we were rockin’ the place
So Gabor Puskas, where’s our money?
You looked at us and lied and lied
Gabor Puskas, where’s our money? Pay us or you’d better hide! You hired a stripper and promised to tip her To make your kid brother a man But he and the florist were seen in the forest Their manhood was firmly in hand Your nieces and aunties were dropping their panties The valets did more than park cars And while we were playing the bride started swaying Then fell on our favorite guitars So Gabor Puskas, where’s our money? You looked at us and lied and lied Gabor Puskas, where’s our money? Pay us or you’d better hide! We watched as your mother drank six then another And asked an illusion to dance With all of that drinking, next time we’re thinking We’d better get paid in advance! So Gabor Puskas, where’s our money? You’re meaner than that ugly bride Gabor Puskas, where’s our money? You looked at us and lied and lied Gabor Puskas, where’s our money? Pay us or you’d better hide! Gabor Puskas, where’s our money? Cash or kneecaps, you decide! Yes, cash or kneecaps you decide.