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Poor House

I’m so tired but I’ll be working ‘til the last day of my life,
this disease just overwhelms me, I think I caught it from my wife.
I’ve got nothing for a rainy day or for our golden years,
I keep sending half my paycheck off to MasterCard and Sears.

Sometimes I have to wonder where our meal will come from next,
then my wife says, “Don’t you worry Hon, I still have all these checks.
Why wait if you want something, just buy it now instead,
enjoy it while you still can, 
you can’t spend nothing when you’re dead”.

If I try to put my foot down, we always wind up having sex,
then before my clothes are back on, she’s got my American Express.
I worry what we’re gonna’ do, when our hair has turned to grey,
she’s wants a condo in Miami, but the poor house is where we’ll stay.

I worry how we’re ever gonna’ put our girls through school,
when she’s turning up the thermostat and we can’t afford the fuel.
Having all these bills to pay doesn’t worry her at all,
‘cause she’s mastered the art of borrowing from Peter to pay Paul.

I would have left her years ago if I wasn’t so in love,
when I still had a pot to piss in, and a window to throw it out of.
It’s true I may be up the creek but I’m not paddling,
I’m almost doing splits on this slippery slope I’m straddling.

I’m so tired but I’ll be working ‘til the last day of my life,
this disease just overwhelms me, I think I caught it from my wife.
I’ve got nothing for a rainy day or for our golden years,
I keep sending half my paycheck off to MasterCard and Sears.
I would have left her years ago if I wasn’t so in love,
when we still had a pot to piss in, 
and a window to throw it out of.

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