All my style All my grace All I tried to save my face All my guts try to spill All my holes, try to fill
All my money been a long time spent On my drugs, on my rent
On my saving philosophy It goes, one in the bank, and the rest for me
It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh-oh, oh oh-uh ohhh-oh uh ohhh-oh
My mama, lonely maid Got her buns in the oven, and she never got laid
My papa, renaissance man Sailed away and he never came back again
*** All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile
If I, catch fire then I change my aim Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh All you woebegones be gone
I said all you troubles, you don't mean a thing
Bah, bup bup bah Bah, bup bup bah bup-bah bah bah, bah bah