A Bar Song (Tipsy)

My baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all night long

Gasoline and groceries, the list goes on and on

This nine-to-five ain't workin', why the hell do I work so hard?

I can't worry 'bout my problems, I can't take 'em when I'm gone, uh

One, here comes the two to the three to the four