| They opened up a bar called «Living Hell»
|
| Right from the start it didn’t go too well
|
| They didn’t have the vibe or quite the right clientele
|
| They bought a velvet rope and the door man laughed
|
| They got robbed blind by half the wait staff
|
| Six short weeks and they were forced to sell
|
| Richie and Ruben
|
| Don’t know what they’re doin'
|
| Richie and Ruben
|
| Are both a little out of their minds
|
| Don’t give 'em a dime
|
| They’ll blow through your dough
|
| Just like they blew through mine
|
| A-whoa a-a-o
|
| Whoa-o a-a-o
|
| Where did the money go?
|
| Where did the money go?
|
| They opened a boutique they called «Degree»
|
| Together with some kid from F.I.T
|
| Though later it turned out he never quite
|
| Got his degree
|
| Eleven hundred bucks for a ripped up shirt
|
| That came pre-stained with bleach and black dirt
|
| Seemed just a little bit
|
| Too steep to me — e — e — - e — e
|
| Richie and Ruben
|
| Don’t know what they’re doin'
|
| Richie and Ruben
|
| Are both a little out of their minds
|
| Don’t give 'em a dime
|
| They’ll blow through your dough
|
| Just like they blew through mine
|
| And ever since the seventh grade
|
| They’ve been sayin that «we've got it made»
|
| And I haven’t gotten paid
|
| Gotten paid at all
|
| A-whoa a-a-o
|
| Whoa-o a-a-o
|
| Where did the money go?
|
| Where did the money go?
|
| Richie and Ruben
|
| Don’t know what they’re doin'
|
| Richie and Ruben
|
| Are both a little
|
| They’re both a little
|
| They’re both a little
|
| Out of their minds |