Lyrics Ying Yang - The Bellamy Brothers

He's got a hundred foot yacht, girls by his side
Fine champagne and a Rolls Royce ride
And money - he's got it up the Ying Yang

Well he lives in a mansion down by the beach
Condos in Europe and a mountain retreat
The smell of sweet success - he's got it up the Ying Yang

Well me I'm just a poor old country boy
I'll probably never be a millionaire
I've got a fifty dollar car and a tab at the bar
From our last little party that I had down there

Well I heard about a woman, tall and tan
She wanted a fur so she went out with that man
We're talking mink coats - she's got 'em up the Ying Yang

Well I've seen them singers pickin' guitars
Sure do wish I had learned how to borrow
Them chords - they got 'em up the Ying Yang

Rolex watches, rhinestone suits
Solid silver buckles and rattlesnake boots
And groupies - they got 'em up the Ying Yang

Well me I'm just a poor old country boy
I ain't never even seen Fort Worth
But one of these days I'm gonna strike black gold
From a gusher I've been driving in this red clay dirt

I'll have a hundred foot yacht, girls by the score
Condos, a car and so much more
Like problems - I'll have 'em up the Ying Yang

Yeah, misery - I'll have it up the Ying Yang

I'll have ulcers - have 'em up the Ying Yang

I'll be paying my income tax - paying up the Ying Yang