Champagne Taste (On a Beer Budget) - Tim Foust

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 working hard.

For the life of me I didn’t know where it went.

I hadn’t even payed the rent.

Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard.

Oh, Lord I should have seen it coming, this time I’m in deep.

Now I’m heading to poor house, you’re heading to jail.

And if I end up there I ain’t making 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.

When my throat dried up and my heart just sunk as she motioned me over and I

popped the trunk.

And I tried to ignore her absent minded smile.

Then boy I was greeted by quite the crew, this Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy

Choo.

And that was just the fellas that were sitting 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 heading to poor house, you’re heading to jail.

And if I end up there I ain’t making 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.

They’re gonna haul my ass away.

And I won’t see her pretty face at all, cause the prison’s nowhere near the

mall.

Now I’m heading to poor house, you’re heading to jail.

And if I end up there I ain’t making 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.