Poor Poor Boy Songtext / Lyric

[whistle/guitar intro]

I'm a poor, poor boy
But that don't worry me
Everybody knows that the best things in life are free

Well I go out make a little money
Spend it fast as I can
I'm gonna go out and have a good time,
raise some sand while I'm still a young man

I got all the girls I need
And a hotel over my head
One thing I know, baby, I got clean sheets on my bed

[whistle/guitar solo - 2 verses]

Well I ain't got no money
But, baby, I don't care
I'm gonna ride around this town in my new car lookin' like a millionaire

Yes, I said I'm a poor, poor boy
But that don't owrry me
Everybody knows that the best things in life are free

[whistle/guitar outro]