| The other day, I checked my bank account;
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| I could swear it was the wrong amount,
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| And I didn’t understand, 'cause I’ve been workin' hard.
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| For the life of me, I didn’t know where it went,
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| I hadn’t even paid the rent,
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| Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard. |
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| Oh, lord, I should have seen it comin',
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| This time I’m in deep.
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| Now I’m headin' to the poorhouse, or headin' to jail,
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| And if I end up there, I ain’t makin' bail,
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| And if it goes to court, I sure don’t have a case.
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| 'Cause I ran out of money some time ago,
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| But if you look at my wife, you’d never know,
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| I’m afraid my baby’s got champagne taste---
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| On a beer budget.
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| Well, my throat dried up, and my heart just sunk,
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| As she motioned me over and popped the trunk,
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| And I tried to ignore her absent-minded smile.
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| And, boy, I was greeted by quite the crew,
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| This Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy Choo,
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| And that was just the fellas who were sittin' on top of the pile.
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| I said, «Baby, there’s a Walmart a block away,
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| «And I don’t think they sell these brands.»
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| Now I’m headin' to the poorhouse, or headin' to jail,
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| And if I end up there, I ain’t makin' bail,
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| And if it goes to court, I sure don’t have a case.
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| 'Cause I ran out of money some time ago,
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| But if you look at my wife, you’d never know.
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| I’m afraid my baby’s got champagne taste---
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| On a beer budget.
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| All the bills are in my name,
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| They’re gonna haul my ass away,
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| And I won’t see her pretty face at all,
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| 'Cause the prison is nowhere near the mall.
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| Now I’m headin' to the poorhouse, or headin' to jail,
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| And if I end up there, I ain’t makin' bail,
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| And if it goes to court, I sure don’t have a case.
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| 'Cause I ran out of money some time ago,
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| But if you look at my wife, you’d never know.
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| I’m afraid my baby’s got champagne taste---
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| On a beer budget.
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| Oh, oh. |