Lyrics
Let's get lost in a fantasy
Squander your salary, light a match
Drop it into gasoline
Live like rock bottom is a trampoline
You and I gonna paint the town
Do it like I'ma date the crown
At a restaurant, upper echelon
The only way is down
Brushin' off my trainer's dust
And lace them up like we're cuttin' narcotics
The day is up, I'm paid and flush and ain't nothin' can stop this
Don't make a fuss, we're late, no rush and I promise
That you won't go payin', you won't go payin'
Walk in like a man-made in the door to the café
Menu board needs a translate, can't afford any canapes
But damn straight, I'ma order the champagne
Ever feel like wanting to die?
When the cheque make you vomit inside
Can I get a Heimlich maneuver? I can't swallow my pride
I'm laced up, laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced
She ordered the soup and the salad
I ordered the salad, no soup
In order to produce the balance
Guess I'll cough it up like croup
When you're broke, coughin' up hurts
A sundae for dessert and I'll be rockin' up Monday
Cleanin' crockery and moppin' up dirt
(That's for certain) my god
(That's for certain)
I'm floored, this girl is gorgeous and if I don't have a war chest?
(Man, that's curtains) my dawg
(Man, that's curtains) but if I can't pay for four courses
How could I pay for a mortgage?
Wish I could afford to take you to where you ought to be
Didn't meet your fortune, miss, you met your misfortune in me
This more than I thought it would be if she orders too much?
My background's English and Irish but I'ma have to go Dutch
I'm laced up, laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor