Lowlife (Living The Highlife)
I got my cat scratch fever eight-track
My best friend's in a gun rack
I'm a lowlife
I owe everybody money
I think racist jokes are funny
I'm a lowlife
I got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I'm makin' time, I'm goin' out
With your wife
'Cause I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
I got kids I never seen
And their mama's 17
I'm a lowlife
I take strippers out to breakfast
You can add that to my checklist
I'm a lowlife
Oh, the landlord called, the rent is due
I spent it all on a Kiss tattoo
I rock and roll all night
'Cause I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
Yeah, I'm a lowlife
Livin' the high life
I'm watchin' porno on the TV
Wonderin' why she'd ever leave me
I'm a lowlife
The object of my affection
Asked the police for protection
I'm a lowlife
The romance is gone, I'm doin' fine
Me and your mom's had a real good time
Just last night
'Cause I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
I make black music for the white man
Keep cocaine upon my nightstand
I'm a lowlife
Ain't never hung out in the Catskills
But I've been to jail in Nashville
I'm a lowlife
I've got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I'm makin' time, I'm goin' out
With your wife, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, hey
I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
Yeah, I'm a lowlife
Livin' the high life
Lowlife (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Lowlife (low, low, low)
Lowlife (low, lowlife)
Lowlife
Lowlife, lowlife
My best friend's in a gun rack
I'm a lowlife
I owe everybody money
I think racist jokes are funny
I'm a lowlife
I got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I'm makin' time, I'm goin' out
With your wife
'Cause I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
I got kids I never seen
And their mama's 17
I'm a lowlife
I take strippers out to breakfast
You can add that to my checklist
I'm a lowlife
Oh, the landlord called, the rent is due
I spent it all on a Kiss tattoo
I rock and roll all night
'Cause I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
Yeah, I'm a lowlife
Livin' the high life
I'm watchin' porno on the TV
Wonderin' why she'd ever leave me
I'm a lowlife
The object of my affection
Asked the police for protection
I'm a lowlife
The romance is gone, I'm doin' fine
Me and your mom's had a real good time
Just last night
'Cause I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
I make black music for the white man
Keep cocaine upon my nightstand
I'm a lowlife
Ain't never hung out in the Catskills
But I've been to jail in Nashville
I'm a lowlife
I've got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I'm makin' time, I'm goin' out
With your wife, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, hey
I'm a lowlife
I'm a lowlife
Yeah, I'm a lowlife
Livin' the high life
Lowlife (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Lowlife (low, low, low)
Lowlife (low, lowlife)
Lowlife
Lowlife, lowlife
Credits
Writer(s): R.j. Ritchie, John Eddie
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