Il testo della Champagne taste (on a beer budget)

The other day, i checked my bank account
I could swear it was the wrong amount
And i didn't understand 'cause
I'd been workin' hard
For the life of me, i didn't know where it went
I hadn't even paid the rent
Then the mercedes pulled up in the yard
Oh, lord, i should have seen it comin'
This time i'm in deep

Now i'm headin' to the poorhouse
Or headin' to jail
And if i end up there
I ain't makin' bail
And if it goes to court
I sure don't have a case
'cause i ran out of money
Some time ago
But if you look at my wife
You'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste
On a beer budget

Well. my throat dried up
And my heart just sunk
As she motioned me over
And popped the trunk
And i tried to ignore her absent-minded smile
And, boy, i was greeted by quite the crew
This louis vuitton and some jimmy choo
And that was just the fellas who were sittin' on top of the pilei
I said, baby, there's a walmart a block away
And i don't think they sell these brands

Now i'm headin' to the poorhouse
Or headin' to jail
And if i end up there
I ain't makin' bail
And if it goes to court
I sure don't have a case
'cause i ran out of money
Some time ago
But if you look at my wife
You'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste
On a beer budget

All the bills are in my name
*all the bills are in his name*
They're gonna haul my ass away
*they're gonna haul his ass away*
And i won't see her pretty face at all
*no-o-o*
'cause the prison ls nowhere near the mall

Now i'm headin' to the poorhouse
Or headin' to jail
And if i end up there
I ain't makin' bail
And if it goes to court
I sure don't have a case
*yee-haw*
'cause i ran out of money
Some time ago
But if you look at my wife
You'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste
On a beer budget

Oh, oh