I can still remember when
Grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left momma and him more money than we'd ever seen
And just like that we were thousandaires
Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire
And all us kids in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline
A buncha low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
Grandpa's with the Lord now, but we got a new Ford now
And we can watch the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A
Now we knew they was a Christian bunch
So we didn't ask for all that much
Settled out of court for ten thousand bucks
And free chicken 'til I die a day
A buncha low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
Momma's got a limp now but we all get to swim now
Cause we got an above ground sitting out by the trampoline
We rocked, we rolled, we lived it up 'til it started running thin
We began looking for a way to spin that wheel again
I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio
Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote back in second grade
I know she didn't steal it, but so what?
We lawyered up and we sued her butt
These days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go away
A buncha low lives living the high life
Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
This song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now
Set it next to the above ground which is next up to the trampoline
It's gonna run out some day
And that ain't gonna be a fun day
But as long as it ain't a Sunday
We can go to Chick-Fil-A and eat
Man I love those Waffle fries (I know)
That Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right)
Maybe I'll get a diet Coke
I don't know (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect)
I like the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)
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