We're gonna do a song about those dangerous little plastic cards in our
The ones that get a lot of us into trouble every month!
'Cause we wind up paying this incredible interest for something we bought a
month ago and doesn't work anymore.
So many toys so little time
You got your share and I want mine
I'd love a trip to paradise
But I ain't got the cash to pay the price
Who say's he's got the answer
Don't worry 'bout a thing
I want the high life on T.V.
Just like they do on Dynasty
To live a life fit for a king!
And have the best of everything
But everytime I save a Buck!
Been spending like a millionaire
On women, cars, a house in Belair
And all the things I can't resist
Now I've got handcuffs on my wrists
I said "Judge, a man like me can't make a dime in jail."
He said "Son, use your credit card, so you can make your bail."
Just buy your freedom, Sonny
And just walk on out of here
But don't you disappear! Ya hear!