I can still remember when Grandpa died and our ship came in Daddy said he left momma and him more money than they'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 bunch low lives living the high life Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans Grandpa's with 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 bunch 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 walked, we rolled, we lived it up until it started running thin We began looking for a way to spend that will 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 bunch low lives living the high life Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans This song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now Set it next to the above ground sitting out by 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 [Spoken:] 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)
I can still remember when Grandpa died and our ship came in Daddy said he left momma and him more money than they'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 bunch low lives living the high life Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans Grandpa's with 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 bunch 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 walked, we rolled, we lived it up until it started running thin We began looking for a way to spend that will 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 bunch low lives living the high life Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans This song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now Set it next to the above ground sitting out by 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 [Spoken:] 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)
