I can remember when Grandpa died and our came in Daddy said he left momma and him more money we'd ever seen And just like that we thousandaires Had a new boat and a Frigidaire And all us kids in our were jumping on a trampoline
A bunch low lives the high life Money a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans Grandpa's Lord now, but we got a new Ford now And we can the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was by mid-July and we went back to just getting by 'Til momma slipped on a of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A Now we they was a Christian bunch So we didn't ask for all that Settled out of court for ten bucks And chicken 'til I die a day
A bunch low lives living the high Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey got a limp now but we all get to swim now 'Cause we got an ground sitting out by the trampoline
We rocked, we rolled, we lived it up 'til it running thin We began looking for a way to spend that again
I a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio Reminded me of a my brother wrote back in second grade I know she didn't 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 bunch low 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, which is to the trampoline
gonna run out some day And that gonna be a fun day But as long as it a Sunday We can go to and eat
Man I love Waffle fries (I know) That Chick-Fil-A has got good 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)