Home Free Champagne Taste (On a Beer Budget) lyrics

The other day, I checked my bank account;
I could swear it was the wrong amount,
And I didn't understand, 'cause I've 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 pile.
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 is 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.