Bills,Bills,Bills
I've got so many bills
I don't know what to do.
Never ending paperwork
that I'll never get through.
It's hidden in my bedroom,
up out of the way,
so the kids don't see it
increase every day.
I've got bills to my left
and bills to my right,
It keeps me awake,
I don't sleep at night.
A paper mountain
that's grown so high,
if I climbed to the top,
I could touch the sky.
I have a lady that comes to my door,
I give her less
but she really wants more.
Now how did it all
end up like this?
Ah, I remember,
a few payments I missed.
So the moral of my story,
it has to be said -
is pay your bills
so you can sleep in your bed
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