I can still remember when
Grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left Mama and him
More money than we'd ever seen
Just like that, we were thousandaires
Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire
And all us kids in our underwear
Were jumping on a trampoline

A bunch of lowlifes living the high life
Money burning a hole right
Through the pockets of our holey jeans
Grandpa's with the Lord now
But we got a new Ford now
And we can watch the Big Orange now
On a 57 inch TV
That's right

The money was gone by mid-July
We went back to just getting by
'Til Mama slipped on a patch of ice
Outside of Chick-fil-A
Now we knew they was a Christian bunch
So we didn't ask for all that much
Settled out of court for ten thousand bucks
And free chicken 'til our dying day

A bunch of lowlifes living the high life
Money burning a hole right
Through the pockets of our holey jeans
Mama's got a limp now
But we all get to swim now
'Cause we got an 'aboveground'
Sitting out by the trampoline

We rocked, we rolled, we lived it up
'Til it started running thin
We began looking for a way to spin that wheel again

I heard a song a couple months ago
It was Carrie Underwood on the radio
Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote
Back in second grade
I know she didn't steal it but so what
We lawyered up and we sued her butt
These days we figured we'd pretty much
Get paid to go away

A bunch of lowlifes living the high life
Money burning a hole right
Through the pockets of our holey jeans
The song's at number one now
Gonna get a hot tub now
Sitting next to the 'aboveground'
Which is next to the trampoline

It's gonna run out someday
That ain't gonna be a fun day
But as long as it ain't a Sunday
We can go to Chick-fil-A and eat

Man I love those Waffle fries (I know)
That Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right)
Maybe I'll get a diet Coke, I don't know (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect)
I like the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)
Hey, that's good