I can still remember died and our ship came in Daddy said he left and him more money than we'd ever seen And like that we were thousandaires Had a brand new boat and a And all us kids in our underwear jumping on a trampoline
A bunch low lives the high life burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans Grandpa's with now, but we got a new Ford now And we can the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was by mid-July and we went back to just getting by 'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice of Chick-Fil-A Now we they was a Christian bunch So we didn't ask for all that Settled out of court for ten bucks And chicken 'til I die a day
A bunch low lives living the high Money burning a hole right the pockets of holey jeans got a limp now but we all get to swim now 'Cause we got an above sitting out by the trampoline
We rocked, we rolled, we lived it up 'til it started thin We looking for a way to spend that will again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Underwood on the radio Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote in second grade I know she didn't steal it but so what? We up and we sued her butt These days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go
A low lives living the high life Money a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans This song's another one now, I get a hot tub now Set it next to the above ground, which is next to the
gonna run out some day And that ain't be a fun day But as as it ain't a Sunday We can go to and eat
Man I love those fries (I know) That Chick-Fil-A has got some good fries (I'd say, that's right) I'll get a diet Coke, I don't (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect) I like the little trays the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)