Dad's Money

Rich girls they don't understand
Too privileged they ain't no punk band
Here's the trolls we better run
Cos they're coming to stop our fun
If your life hasn't been tough
Then you're not cut out for this stuff
They've got nothing better to do
Than to criticise me and you
Dads making money Dads making money
Has to be a sin
Where do I even begin
Dads making money Dads making money
Has to be a sin
Where do I even begin?
Just face it your time is up
Just angry cos your life's messed up
We're gonna play our guitars
Yes that's right the world is ours
We're trying to have a good time
Yeah is that a crime?
They've got nothing better to do
Than to criticise me and you
Dads making money Dads making money
Has to be a sin
Where do I even begin?
Dads making money Dads making money
Has to be a sin
Where do I even begin?
Sad comments from a little man
Sorry that I don't fit the plan
Still living with your mum and dad
Your opinions won't make me sad
Dads making money
Dads making money
Has to be a sin
Where do I even begin?
Dads making money

You're a spoilt brat you've got no shame
Who gives a crap we know your game
You're to blame

Dads making money Dads making money
Has to be a sin
Where do I even begin?



Credits
Writer(s): Matilda Farrell, Rose Farrell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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