(1, 2, 1, 2, yeah!)

A poor man would kill for the bank,
But a rich man would die for it.
If that´s the case,
Why am I runnin´ this race?
It´s the last place I waste time.

´Cause see time is money and money breaks hearts,
But you can buy yourself a new girlfriend.
She´ll be a cold, hard woman with a greedy eye
Waitin´ for your old ass to die.

I´m so happy here with you ´cause you´re my type of girl.
You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
Or the things that we could never do.
Uh-huh.

So give to the poor and pray for the rich,
´Cause you never know when your heart´s gonna quit.
If you´re working for a paycheck, you better cash in,
´Cause life´s to short to never have lived.

And I´m so happy here with you ´cause you´re my type of girl.
You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
Or the things that we could never do.
Uh-huh.

See, I´ve been working my whole life,
Tryin´ to prove the pissy people wrong.
That you can earn an honest living with an old guitar
And a couple old-fashioned songs.

I´m so happy here with you ´cause you´re my type of girl.
You never cared about my empty piggy bank,
Or the things that we could never do.
Uh-huh.