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