I'M SO TIRED OF BEING POOR
Been some days since the crack of dawn
I wonder still about this road that I'm on
I look around for a bite to eat
I'm hungry still, and tempted by retreat
I'm so tired of being poor
I can't take it anymore
I'm so sick of being a schlep
There's no bounce left in my step
But all I ever see
Is breaks for everybody but me
The lawn, the patio, the bbq...
I'm so tired tired tired tired
Of being poor...
...I could puke my life right up on the floor
If I was a man over ten feet tall
I'd step right over every wall
I wouldn't let nothin' stand in my way
No matter what they throw
I'd bounce it away
I'm so sick of being poor
Sick of crawling 'cross the floor
Will this music thing work out?
Should I shoulda shut my mouth?
'Cause all I ever see...
Is everybody gets a life but me
What am I supposed to do with this?
I'm so tired tired tired tired...
Of being poor...
...I'm so sick I could puke my life
Right up on the floor...
Woo woo break
(and who doesn't love a good one of those)
But all I ever see...
...No bbq, backyard or car for me
(I've always been too poor for that)
Am I just insane to hope
It'll ever be different for me
I'm so tired tired tired tired...
Of being poor...
I can't take it anymore...
I could puke my life right up on the floor
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