I'm sick and tired o' just getting by Bein' broke is such a bitch I can't lie, I won't deny, I wish that I was rich They say money talks, but it ain't never spoke to me Got no luck, blew my last buck on the lottery
I wanna be a famous jetset billionaire Just like Donald Trump, with better hair... I need
Fuck you money, that's how I'll get my kicks Fuck you money, might even get some chicks Sweet like honey, it always does the trick Fuck you money, we all could use a little bit
I want a Maserati that does 185 Better yet, a big ol' jet, who's got time to drive? I'd buy myself an island, pack my shit, and I'd be gone Have some fun in the sun, bring all my friends along
We'd rock and roll all nite and party everyday That would be alright, that'd be ok... I need (Chorus)
I don't need no sympathy, just gimme cold hard cash So I can go tell everyone... kiss my ass! (B section) (Chorus)
Musicians: Ted Poley - Lead Vocals Steve West - Drums & Percussion Bruno Ravel - Rhythm and Acoustic Guitars, Bass, Strings, Synths, Backing Vocals Rob Marcello - Lead Guitar (solo) Frank Vestry - Backing Vocals