Way back in the good old days Things weren't really all that good We grew up with the TV on We learned how from Hollywood We learned how from Hollywood
Riding with my headphones on In the back of my mama's car Winding down that dirty road Town was close but it felt far Town was close but it felt far
Drive-in movies, Coca-Cola Sweet 16, that kiss of death Don't you cry when you should laugh I smell liquor on your breath I smell liquor on your breath
If it don't break you It might just make you rich You might not get there And on the way it's a bitch
Riding with my headphones on In the back of my mama's car Winding down that dirty road Town was close but it felt far Town was close but it felt far
Gettin by, gettin high Feeling like a low life bum Racked up debt, couldn't pay my rent Pissin off til kingdom come Pissin off til kingdom come
Mother Mary, geez Louise I was havin a ball until I threw it too far Playin dives, tryin to stay alive Twinkle, twinkle, little star Twinkle, twinkle, little star
If it don't break you It might just make you rich You might not get there And on the way it's a bitch It's a bitch
But then I won the lottery I stuck gold and they picked me Winner winner, chicken dinner Hello mama look at me Hello mama look at me
Now everything's turned inside out They wanna put me on a big TV Everybody wants to know How I feel and what I think How I feel and what I think
If it don't break you It might just make you rich You might not get there And on the way it's a bitch Don't you know it's a bitch? It's a bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
