Other People’s Money

Lyrics

Paint's chippin' off of my wife's wooden leg She brought me a paintbrush and she pulled down the shades She said, "would you take a good look honey Into my eyes, I think it's kind of funny My head is full of other people's money Make time to sail I'll make a million and send you somethin' in the mail" Ooh, it's a farewell all the same Ooh, as the faucet fills the drain, yeah, yeah, yeah Paint's chippin' off of my wife's station wagon Sittin' in the front yard like an old decrepit cow It howls at the moon in Summer It makes its way on a pilgrimage Through the streets, back-ways and alleys, to where the river flows Yeah, take your car and leave it out there where the peaches grow Ooh, it's a farewell all the same Ooh, as the faucet fills the drain, yeah, yeah, yeah The country is a coiled wire Hammered into the back of the fire How you handle all of your desires It will plainly show "If you take a good look honey Into my eyes, I think it's kind of funny My head is full of other people's money Make time to sail I'll make a million and send you somethin' in the mail" Ooh, it's a farewell all the same Ooh, as the fire falls down like rain, yeah, yeah, yeah