I ain't got no job
Been sittin' my ass all day
Writing retarded music, baby.
I need a job that pays good money
'Cause lord knows
I ain't makin' bank.
And if did (could)
I would lavish you
Every mornin'
With breakfast bed
And if I were
A rich bitch and I won
The lotto,
I would spend it on you
Fly you to a Grecian grotto, baby.
Won't you stimulate ma 'conomy (baby)
Dress my package in a bow
Put it in a box.
I want you to stimulate ma 'conomy (darlin')
Can't you see I'm broke -
-enhearted?
My bank account is empty
No checks are on the way
And my loans are defaulting, baby.
I would cook you a real fine dinner
But all I got
Are canned beans from the food bank.