High Life

I can still remember when
 Grandpa died and our ship came in
 Daddy said he left momma and him more money than they'd ever seen
 And just like that we were thousandaires
 Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire
 And all us kids in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline
 A bunch low lives living the high life
 Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
 Grandpa's with Lord now, but we got a new Ford now
 And we can watch the Big Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
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 Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
 'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A
 Now we knew they was a Christian bunch
 So we didn't ask for all that much
 Settled out of court for ten thousand bucks
 And free chicken 'til I die a day
 A bunch low lives living the high life
 Money burning a hole right through the pockets of holey jeans
 Momma's got a limp now but we all get to swim now
 Cause we got an above ground sitting out by the trampoline
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 We walked, we rolled, we lived it up until it started running thin
 We began looking for a way to spend that will again
 I heard a song a couple months ago, was Carrie Underwood on the radio
 Reminded me of a poem my brother wrote back in second grade
 I know she didn't steal it but so what? We lawyered up and we sued her butt
 These days we figured we'd pretty much get paid to go away
 A bunch low lives living the high life
 Money burning a hole right through the pockets of a holey jeans
 This song's another one now, know I get a hot tub now
 Set it next to the above ground sitting out by the trampoline
 It's gonna run out some day
 And that ain't gonna be a fun day
 But as long as it ain't a Sunday
 We can go to Chick-Fil-A and eat
 
 Man I love those Waffle fries (I know)
 That Chick-Fil-A has got some good waffle fries (I'd say, that's right)
 Maybe I'll get a diet Coke, I don't know (I wish they had beer, it'd be perfect)
 I like the little trays that the food comes on (I like the Polynesian sauce)