Rick Fink

Lyrics

Ain't It The Life

I got a hole in my pocket.
Where my dough outta be.
I'm a man without a purpose,
In the land of the free.

Hey Baby, ain't it the life?
Money's getting' cheaper for a man and his wife.
Hey Baby, ain't it the life?
Money's getting' cheaper for a man and his wife.

I got a dollar's worth of quarters,
But I ain't got no sense.
'Cause I'm hanging by a shoestring,
From a white picket fence.

Hey Baby, ain't it the life?
Money's getting' cheaper for a man and his wife.
Hey Baby, ain't it the life?
Money's getting' cheaper for a man and his wife.

I got good lovin' to give,
But you won't give it back,
'Cause I can't find a job,
To put me back in the black.
And I'd die for you, Baby,
Beggin' down on my knees.
But I can't bring home the bacon,
'Less the bacon is free.

I got the weight of a building on me,
Cause I'm back on the dole,
And the truth won't set me free.