The landlord want his money
The grocery Bill is due
My pocket book is always flat
And boy I’m tellin you

My clothes are gettin ragged
My shoes are gettin thin
Just lend an ear and you will hear
This awful fix I’m in.

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it’s that high, high, high, cost of livin
Oh tell me what a workin man can do
it’s that high, high, high, cost of livin
I’m in the red and feelin mighty blue

My little wife she told me
Just the other day
Throw out your chest and tell the rest
That Junior’s on the way

But since we can’t postpone the stork
A helpin hand we’ll need
Oh tell me how I can afford
Another mouth to feed.

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There’s no T-bone steaks at our house
No more chocolate pie
We can’t afford those luxuries
Cause prices are too high.
I use to drive a cadillac
Until the other day
I had to swap the darn thing off
and get a Model A
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