Pots & Pans

If only I could have some money
I'd buy myself a home out on the countryside
Where I'd reside
My wife and I

Would have a couple children
They would play out in the yard
We would be the main event
Of everybody's gossip song

'Cause we're the loudest house in the block
'Cause we're always throwing pots and pans
And the neighbor's never liked us
'Cause we're always cancelling plans
Never invited to parties
'Cause we never seem to be on time
Rah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma
Lah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma
I'm losing my mind

If only I could have some money
I'd fly as far away from this old cul-de-sac
We won't come back

Thirty thousand feet below
We'd look down on the world
Mile high
My wife and I
Just me and my favorite girl

But we're the loudest house in the block
'Cause we're always throwing pots and pans
And the neighbor's never liked us
'Cause we're always cancelling plans
Never invited to parties
'Cause we never seem to be on time
Rah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma
Lah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma
I'm losing my mind

Where we leaving?
We ain't got the money
Where we going?
We ain't got the money
We're living on food stamps
Bad checks and unpaid credit cards

We're the loudest house in the block
'Cause we're always throwing pots and pans
And the neighbor's never liked us
'Cause we're always cancelling plans
Never invited to parties
'Cause we never seem to be on time
Rah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma
Lah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma, lah-ma
I'm losing my mind