Hey Lou

Hey Lou
Who's got your money
Who's got your cash
Who's got that great big stash
Did you leave it in the pocket
Of your other pair of pants
Did you forget that you lost it
Gambling with your friends
Oh no
Poor Lou
Did you drop it under red lights
In the hollow heart of night
Was it tangled in the bed sheets
Crawling back next to your wife
Oh no
Poor Lou
How could this ever happen
You cannot comprehend
You always kept it locked up
In your fancy, gun-safe bin
Hey Lou
Who's got your money
Who's got your cash
Who's got that wad of scratch
Is it lying in a puddle
Of sticky, slimy red
Or dissolving in a bucket
Full of concentrated dread
Oh no
Poor Lou
Did you lose it in scramble
Fighting for your sorry life
Could be sinking in the ocean
Where the fishes sleep at night
Oh no
Poor Lou
How's it you made your money
A penny stolen's a penny earned
You're finally getting a helping
Of deliciously deserved dessert
This is only the beginning
The price you pay is what you took
There's more to be refunded
Til' you're buried in the dirt
Oh no
Oh no
Poor you
Oh no
Oh no
Poor Lou
Poor Lou
Oh no
Oh no
Poor Lou
Poor Lou
Oh no
Poor Lou



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Woodruff, Braedon Avants, Bryan Breaux, Mackenzie Walters
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