Bottom Line

Baby, stash a little of our money away before I see the bottom line

If I didn't know we were rich I'd probably get the itch to stop drinking all the time

I'd have no nightmares about paying taxes

I'd be dreaming about that railroad line

If you'd just stash a little bit of our money away before I see the bottom line

When you and I first met we were both in debt up to our foreheads and sinking fast

And one of my friends who drove a Mercedes Benz asked

Do you really think your love will last

But it's been eight long years and twenty thousand beers

Since I met you in the Texas dust

In a wink and a flash, we acquired so much cash, that now the creditors are begging us