The sunshine go out Monday to Friday and you sit and waste time
Hey, come and you don't get a dime
And you first start crumbling at the money line
Every day your girl calls and she wants some of the wine
She wants some of the good things from your waistline
It's not the first time you've been bar 69
And a bar where she go be drunk like
You better trust
Don't blame it on me
I won't pay