Champagne Habits

"Son, you got champagne habits on a beer salary"
Mama keeps tellin' me
"Judgin' from the gifts you buy your wife
Musta been a sultan in your last life
You worry me with your champagne habits on a beer salary"

"Better get your head out the clouds
Find out what a dollar's worth
Down on earth
Takin' from Peter to pay off Paul
Aw, son, you're headed for a fall
Boy, you worry me
With your champagne habits on that beer salary"

"Mama, now don't be worried
I'll be rollin' in dough someday"
I always say
"When I become a millionaire
I'll buy you a mansion anywhere
So, don't worry about me
With my champagne habits on my beer salary
Mama, don't worry 'bout me
I was born lucky as a man can be"

Friends call me dapper
'Cause I do love my spats an' my fancy hats
I don't mind to ride the bus
But, I must say, a limo's much less fuss
Talkin' 'bout champagne habits on a beer salary

"Son, you got champagne habits on a beer salary"
Mama keeps tellin' me
"Spendin' cash wherever you please
You act like money grows on trees
With your champagne habits on that beer salary"

An' I say, "Mama, don't worry 'bout me
I was born lucky as a man can be
With my champagne habits on my beer salary"



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Charles Bibb
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