Twisted Nixon

Mister Sick Money Man About a Real Con Man Many Refer to as “The Legend”

Written in 1997 by Johnny Punish. The song was written directly about Johnny’s dad who is a professional con man.

Originally from Brooklyn New York, Johnny’s dad who everyone callled “Charlie” was the Sicilian guy with a huge cigar in mouth, driving his caddy to the “the track” every day at 1pm to make the daily double, with a wife at home and his mistress at the Copacabana.

Johnny’s dad grifted his way in New York City area until he rubbed the wrong mafia guys by not paying back a loan. Well, he was politely asked to leave for good after both his legs were broken. Out of courtesy to Johnny’s grandfather Alphonse, a business associate of the mob, Charlie’s life was saved.

So at 5 years old Johnny and his family fled to the west coast of the USA, namely California where the grift continued and found it’s way into Las Vegas where Johnny calls home.

Johnny’s dad played the Vegas strip as one of it’s biggest con man to ever grace it’s city. From the late 60′s until the mid 80′s when the corporations came into to Las Vegas and took down the mob control, Charlie ran the show as Dr. Solomon, Chick Solomon, and even posed as Jerry Lewis signing autographs for fans. Running in his Roll Royce convertible Charlie was the toast of the town where god was money and Charlie was god.

Johnny learned the hard way on the gambling streets about money, it’s power, greed, and how it can leave good people broken while the bad guys destroyed. Johnny’s got a million stories about Vegas and Charlie. So this song is dedicated to Mister Sick Money Man who left his mark on a broken family and millions stolen from really good people. Scars and Guitars is all that remains for Johnny as he sings this cathartic anthem for his dear old dad!

The lead guitar is by Alex Tausch and the song is produced by Paul Hampton, both of the The Skeletones

Lyrics

Funny how you look at me
Is this what you want to be?
You make me sick with your pathetic undress
Again you prove you’re like all the rest
All the rest and you’re such a mess

Mister Sick Money Man
Foolin’ the weak
Mister Sick Money Man
You’re just a freak
Mister Sick Money Man
I’m building my rage
Mister Sick Money Man
Get off the stage, off the stage!

My friends think that you are the kind
Who leads the way to expanding the mind
But a demon in disguise is a what you are
But you can’t be like me cause you’ve gone too far
Gone too far and you’re not a star

To be on top you must understand
The dignity of man is what is at hand
You sick money man you are deranged
Your actions speak so loud you’ll never change
Never change, and you are deranged

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