Champagne Taste (on a Beer Budget) Songtext
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Champagne Taste (on a Beer Budget) Songtext
The other day I checked my bank account
I could swear it was the wrong amount
And I didn′t understand 'cause I′ve been working hard
For the life of me I didn't know where it went
I hadn't even payed the rent
Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard
Oh, Lord I should have seen it coming, this time I′m in deep
Now I′m heading to poor house, you're heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain′t making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
′Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I′m afraid my baby's got champagne taste on a beer budget
Well, my throat dried up and my heart just sunk
As she motioned me over and popped the trunk
And I tried to ignore her absent minded smile
Then boy I was greeted by quite the crew
This Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy Choo
And that was just the fellas who were sitting on top of the pile
I said, "Baby, there's a Walmart a block away
And I don′t think they sell these brands"
Now I′m heading to poor house, you're heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain′t making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
′Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I′m afraid my baby's got champagne taste on a beer budget
All the bills are in my name (all the bills are in his name)
They're gonna haul my ass away (they′re gonna haul his ass away)
And I won′t see her pretty face at all (no, oh), 'cause the prison′s nowhere near the mall (mall)
Now I'm heading to poor house, you′re heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain't making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don′t have a case
'Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I′m afraid my baby′s got champagne taste; (hahaha) on a beer budget
Hmm, hmm
Oh-oh...
I could swear it was the wrong amount
And I didn′t understand 'cause I′ve been working hard
For the life of me I didn't know where it went
I hadn't even payed the rent
Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard
Oh, Lord I should have seen it coming, this time I′m in deep
Now I′m heading to poor house, you're heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain′t making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
′Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I′m afraid my baby's got champagne taste on a beer budget
Well, my throat dried up and my heart just sunk
As she motioned me over and popped the trunk
And I tried to ignore her absent minded smile
Then boy I was greeted by quite the crew
This Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy Choo
And that was just the fellas who were sitting on top of the pile
I said, "Baby, there's a Walmart a block away
And I don′t think they sell these brands"
Now I′m heading to poor house, you're heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain′t making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
′Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I′m afraid my baby's got champagne taste on a beer budget
All the bills are in my name (all the bills are in his name)
They're gonna haul my ass away (they′re gonna haul his ass away)
And I won′t see her pretty face at all (no, oh), 'cause the prison′s nowhere near the mall (mall)
Now I'm heading to poor house, you′re heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain't making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don′t have a case
'Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I′m afraid my baby′s got champagne taste; (hahaha) on a beer budget
Hmm, hmm
Oh-oh...
Writer(s): Timothy Foust, Joseph Bilotta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com