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