Lyrics:

Out in the country where the air is fine,
We spent our last five dollars on a bottle of wine
We listened to some records on the patio
We had the must loud, the lights turned low

Oh, we've been working, we've been paying our dues
We've got dirt on our hands, and holes in our shoes
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

Don't let the tiniest of troubles bring you down, my friend
Don't let the slightest complications drive you mad
Although we haven't got much money, we must admit it's pretty funny
How they think we are the richest kids in town

Don't get so crazy, it was only a joke
Put your shoes back on and we'll go have a smoke
We'll talk about the funny things we did this year,
Tell each other what we want to hear

You're a pretty one; you're really a gem,
So don't get bent out of shape by them
They never mean to hurt you but they always do, its true

Don't let the tiniest of troubles bring you down, my friend
Don't let the slightest complications drive you mad
Although we haven't got much money, we must admit it's pretty funny
How they think we are the richest kids in town

The richest kids in town