"Champagne Taste (On A Beer Budget)" lyrics

The other day, I checked my bank account
I could swear it was the wrong amount
And I didn't understand cause I'd been workin' hard
For the life of me, I didn't know where it went
I hadn't even paid the rent
Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard
Oh lord, I should have seen it comin'
This time I'm in deep

Now I'm headin' to the poorhouse or headin' to jail
And if I end up there I ain't makin' bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste
On a beer budget

Well my throat dried up and my heart just sunk
As she motioned me over and popped the trunk
And I tried to ignore her absent-minded smile
And boy, I was greeted by quite the crew
This Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy Choo
And that was just the fellas who were sittin' on top of the pile
I said, Baby, there's a Walmart a block away
And I don't think they sell these brands

Now I'm headin' to the poorhouse or headin' to jail
And if I end up there I ain't makin' bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste
On a beer budget

All the bills are in my name (all the bills are in his name)
They're gonna haul my ass away (they're gonna haul his ass away)
And I won't see her pretty face at all (no-o-o)
Cause the prison is nowhere near the mall

Now I'm headin' to the poorhouse or headin' to jail
And if I end up there I ain't makin' bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste
On a beer budget
Oh-ooh