Tim Foust - Champagne Taste (On a Beer Budget)

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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.
When my throat dried up and my heart just sunk as she motioned me over and I
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 that 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.
They’re gonna haul my ass away.
And I won’t see her pretty face at all, cause the prison’s nowhere near the
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 on a beer budget.