Society’s got us by the you-know-what we’ve been livin’ way too high
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We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it’s all we can do to get by
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I keep sayin’ I’ll never bring it up again but I just can’t keep still
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Who ever heard of people poor as us drive a Cadillac Coupe DeVille
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We wear fancy clothes that we can’t anyway afford than anything else we do
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There outta be a law against living this way when we need little things like food
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And I’m gonna have to spend my birthday money to pay the telephone bill
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That’s what I get for feeling the kind of hopes I can’t afford to fill
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‘Cause society’s got us by the you-know-what we’re been livin’ way too high
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We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it’s all we can do to get by
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And we can’t afford this kind of rent but I know you wouldn’t move
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And who am I kiddin’ I wouldn’t either
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This is what you call in a groove
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Oh, it’s our little way of feelin’ big when you can’t be big for real
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And we do deserve these material things we just can’t pay the bills
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We’re afflicted with a love and high class dreams
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And we can’t afford to dream
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But knowin’ all that and doin’ somethin’ ‘bout it are two different things
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‘Cause society’s got us by the you-know-what we’re been livin’ way too high
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We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it’s all we can do to get by
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Yes, society’s got us by the you-know-what we’re been livin’ way too high
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We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it’s all we can do to get by
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Yes, society’s got us by the you-know-what we’re been livin’ way too high
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We got champagne taste and a beer pocketbook and it’s all we can do to get by
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Society's Got Us
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| Donna Fargo |
