Lyrics:

Adam AntMarco Pirroni You think that I'm amde of money You've got something coming honey This ain't no land of milk and honey My accountant thinks that's funny Instead of trying to use your brains You sit round and suck my veins Your kind of rat belongs in drains You're gonna get around You like all those big fancy cars Trendy people and their wine bars But your lying will leave its scars Get around, get on your horse You think that I'm made of reddies That makes me choke on my Shreddies I may smile and act so sunny But this boy is not your dummy Marriages are made in heaven So what the hell happened to mine?