I can still when Grandpa died and our ship in Daddy said he left momma and him more than we'd ever seen And just like that we were Had a new boat and a Frigidaire And all us in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline
A bunch low living the high life Money burning a right through the pockets of holey jeans Grandpa's with Lord now, but we got a new now And we can watch the Big Orange now on a 57 TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we back to just getting by momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A Now we knew was a Christian bunch So we didn't ask for all that Settled out of court for ten thousand And free 'til I die a day
A bunch low lives living the high Money burning a hole right through the pockets of jeans got a limp now but we all get to swim now 'Cause we got an above ground out by the trampoline
We rocked, we rolled, we lived it up it started running thin We looking for a way to spend that will again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie on the radio Reminded me of a poem my brother back in second grade I know she steal it but so what? We lawyered up and we sued her butt These days we figured we'd pretty much get to go away
A low lives living the high life Money burning a 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 to the trampoline
gonna run out some day And ain't gonna be a fun day But as long as it ain't a We can go to and eat
Man I love those fries (I know) Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right) Maybe I'll get a Coke, I don't (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect) I like the little trays that the food comes on (I the Polynesian sauce)