Champagne Taste (On a Beer Budget)

The other day, I checked my bank account

I could swear it was the wrong amount

And I didn't understand 'cause

I'd been workin' hard

For the life of me, I didn't know where it went

I hadn't even paid the rent

Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard

Oh, Lord, I should have seen it comin'

This time I'm in deep

Now I'm headin' to the poorhouse

Or headin' to jail

And if I end up there

I ain't makin' 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

Well, my throat dried up

And my heart just sunk

As she motioned me over

And popped the trunk

And I tried to ignore her absent-minded smile

And, boy, I was greeted by quite the crew

This Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy Choo

And that was just the fellas who were sittin' on top of the pilei

I said, baby, there's a Walmart a block away

And I don't think they sell these brands

Now I'm headin' to the poorhouse

Or headin' to jail

And if I end up there

I ain't makin' 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

All the bills are in his name

They're gonna haul my ass away

They're gonna haul his ass away

And I won't see her pretty face at all, no

'Cause the prison is nowhere near the mall

Now I'm headin' to the poorhouse

Or headin' to jail

And if I end up there

I ain't makin' 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

Oh, oh