The Creditors

Fuck the creditors
They get what they deserve
Spent my money at the track
They never gonna get it back
I don’t wanna whine about my W-9s
You know my credit report, it’ll be just fine
I wouldn’t mess with the IRS
They gave three years to Wesley Snipes
I ain’t no passenger 57
I bet on red, I bet on 11
Those vegas chicks are so delish
But they only love you if you’re rich
Hollywood Park is where the men
Are separated from the sharks
I don’t condone reckless spending
I count the horsies as dependents
Royalty checks won’t get too far
They might buy more after this song
Cuz «I like all the girls. . .»
But girls don’t buy drinks at the bar so
Fuck the creditors
They get what they deserve
Spent my money at the track
The never gonna get it back
Fuck the creditors
They will never learn
Spent my money at the track
They never gonna get it back
The accountant says the expendages
Are double what the bank can lend
I impose embargos
On the shit Wells Fargo says
Spent a lot of clams in Amsterdam
I pounded my way up down Britain
Never karaoked in Japan just
Trying to make sense of the dollar, man
So let me buy you
Champagne, mink coats
Yoko Ono in a limo
They gotta wipe my ass
Before they get hold of this cash
Cuz that’s what I want, what I want
What I want, that’s what I want
I want money
Whole lot of money
Fuck the creditors
They get what they deserve
Spent my money at the track
They never gonna get it back
Fuck the creditors
They will never learn
Spent my money at the track
They never gonna get it back
Fuck the creditors
They get what they deserve
It’s not my money
Never gonna get it
I don’t even need to pay the bills
You don’t even need to pay the bills
And we don’t even need to pay the bills
Never gonna get it