PAY-PAY-PAY WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. cake on the shelf, take it for yourself. run out the door while the store clerk yells for help. it came from nowhere, fell out of the sky, pennies from heaven in a half-baked lie. stealing a piece of the pie. CHORUS A: I pay the price when they raise the price. I pay the tax when they raise the tax. I pay the guys who clean up your trash. and I pay, pay, pay, pay, pay. II. stealing the news from a paper machine, sold on the corner for a handful of green. now you're sellin' disease for a jar of Vaseline. now you're a charity hospital queen. don't even mention nicotine. 'cause... (repeat chorus A) CHORUS B: I pay the price when they raise the price. I pay the premium when they raise the premium. I pay the guys who clean up your trash. and I pay, pay, pay, pay. and I pay, pay, pay, pay. © Copyright 1986 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.