(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,
When I'm runnin' this race
It's the last place I'll waste time

'Cause see, time is money and money breaks hearts,
But you can buy yourself a new girlfriend
She'll be a cold eyed 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