I got a Porsche and a potbelly
It’s the great American dream
I got a Porsche and a potbelly
And someone t’keep ’em both clean!
Now I ain’t lookin’
For times t’get lean
I'm kinda fonda my mid-rift bulge
And I love my machine!
You all laughed at me back when
My car was old and funny
Now y’gotta take me serious, yeah,
’Cause I got lotsa money!
I’ve been crankin’ out a bank account
Instead of squeakin’ by
Let’s eat and drink and PAAARRR-TY!!
Let’s party ’til we die!! Whoooo!
C’mere Babe, I’m a real man
’Cause I can pay your way
And you know I love you Honey,
Long as you do what I say!
Now m’job ain’t great, but who’s complainin’?
Uh-uh, Man, not me! I got the
Goose with the golden eggs by the neck,
The “yolk's” on you, not me!!!
Chorus
I got a Porsche and a potbelly
And lotsa gasoline, . . .
And I don’t eat “lean cuisine!”
(Spoken: Hey, you got a cigarette? Thanks!
Got a light? Alll-riiight! )
Words & Music by Peter Alsop
©Copyright 1987, Moose School Music(BMI) - www.peteralsop.com