Society's got us by the you-know-what we've been livin' way too high We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it's all we can do to get by
I keep sayin' I'll never bring it up again but I just can't keep still Who ever heard of people poor as us drive a Cadillac Coupe DeVille We wear fancy clothes that we can't anyway afford than anything else we do There outta be a law against living this way when we need little things like food
And I'm gonna have to spend my birthday money to pay the telephone bill That's what I get for feeling the kind of hopes I can't afford to fill
'Cause society's got us by the you-know-what we're been livin' way too high We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it's all we can do to get by
And we can't afford this kind of rent but I know you wouldn't move And who am I kiddin' I wouldn't either This is what you call in a groove Oh, it's our little way of feelin' big when you can't be big for real And we do deserve these material things we just can't pay the bills
We're afflicted with a love and high class dreams And we can't afford to dream But knowin' all that and doin' somethin' 'bout it are two different things
'Cause society's got us by the you-know-what we're been livin' way too high We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it's all we can do to get by
Yes, society's got us by the you-know-what we're been livin' way too high We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it's all we can do to get by
Yes, society's got us by the you-know-what we're been livin' way too high We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it's all we can do to get byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
