Marvelous 3 - White Trash With Cash текст песни

(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker)

Well Im a shake city hing in a stretch limousine.

Suckin cheap suds from a can,

Wearin torn out jeans and tearin worn out seams.

Lookin sleazy but dont give a damn.

Raising hell like no one else,

Like no rich city slicker could.

Got the nasty reputation that the bad girls like.

And my bank books lookin good cus im

White trash with cash, rollin in the dough,

And Im burnin it fast.

White trash with cash, got the fuel for the fire,

And theres no time to spare.

High societies worst nightmare.

Beverly hills bash, well I think Ill pass.

Let me tell ya where Id rather be.

Dancin with the devil, out all night with the boys.

Another round around on me.

Not respected, been rejected all the way up the line.

But that never slowed a poor boy down.

Laughin last, laughin hardest, laughin all of the time,

At the people when they hear the sound.

(chorus)

I got enough to make it last, got a full tank of gas.

Gotta lot of money, but I got no class.

Livin like Im crazy cus Im just

(chorus)