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
