The Rent Receipt Lyrics
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I want to tell this, I like talking about my friends
Fella in St. Louis, you know, he had a place, he lived in the high-rent district, and the only way he could live there was to have friends that ate oatmeal
No, he was doing bad at his house
I went over there one time and he didn't have sweat on his ice water
That's right, I looked, he had one of them small places—I was sitting on the couch with my elbow in the kitchen
And I looked over on his sink and saw a cockroach pull a switchblade on a rat and take his cheese
Oh yeah, here's some other stuff, I don't even wanna talk about Clinton
No, it's a buddy of mine, he's away now, he hurt his wife very bad with 1700 consecutive blows from a baseball bat—just hurt her slightly
Seems as though they went to Vegas on a little vacation and he gave her 800 dollars, and she blew it on food and rent
Yeah, didn't blow the rent, I know
I went home one day and my old lady was sitting on the radiator, drying our rent receipt
Yeah, she had it in her apron
Fella in St. Louis, you know, he had a place, he lived in the high-rent district, and the only way he could live there was to have friends that ate oatmeal
No, he was doing bad at his house
I went over there one time and he didn't have sweat on his ice water
That's right, I looked, he had one of them small places—I was sitting on the couch with my elbow in the kitchen
And I looked over on his sink and saw a cockroach pull a switchblade on a rat and take his cheese
Oh yeah, here's some other stuff, I don't even wanna talk about Clinton
No, it's a buddy of mine, he's away now, he hurt his wife very bad with 1700 consecutive blows from a baseball bat—just hurt her slightly
Seems as though they went to Vegas on a little vacation and he gave her 800 dollars, and she blew it on food and rent
Yeah, didn't blow the rent, I know
I went home one day and my old lady was sitting on the radiator, drying our rent receipt
Yeah, she had it in her apron