You think that I'm amde of money You've got something coming honey This ain't no land of milk and honey My accountant thinks that's funny
Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna get around
You like all those big fancy cars Trendy people and their wine bars But your lying will leave its scars Get around, get on your horse
You think that I'm made of reddies That makes me choke on my Shreddies I may smile and act so sunny But this boy is not your dummy
Marriages are made in heaven So what the hell happened to mine?
Writer/s: MARCO PIRRONI, ADAM ANT
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Who writes a song about a name they found in a phone book? That's just one of the everyday things these guys find to sing about. Anything in their field of vision or general scope of knowledge is fair game. If you cross paths with them, so are you.