I know what you’re thinking when you look at me
Well, everybody’s got priorities
And on minimum wage, well something’s got to give
When you’re drinking like a man of means
But you’re living on baked beans, well,
If you’re gonna survive, I’d rather live

And every night was like Friday night
And every day was like Monday morning

We were looking for cheap thrills
But we never paid our bills
Except for vodka, weed and pills
When we were slumming it
We got drunk on cheap wine
Then we all went back to mine
I thought I was doing fine
When I was slumming it

We’re arriving first and leaving last
Even though we didn’t have no cash, well
We were in it for life, haven’t you heard
When we finally fell through the door
We were sleeping on a mattress on the floor
Scraping the barrel, on top of the world

And every night was like Friday night
And every day was like Monday morning

We were looking for cheap thrills
But we never paid our bills
Except for vodka, weed and pills
When we were slumming it
We got drunk on cheap wine
Then we all went back to mine
I thought I was doing fine
When I was slumming it

We were looking for cheap thrills
But we never paid our bills
Except for vodka, weed and pills
When we were slumming it
We got drunk on cheap wine
Then we all went back to mine
I thought I was doing fine
When I was slumming it

Written by Neil Murray. Copyright 2020.