Poor Rich People

Three in the back, three in the back-back
Mama's driving, daddy's reading road maps
And drinking a beer
He says, "Hey you kids, keep it down back there"
No AC, windshield cracked
All the camp gear up on the roof racks
Yeah, we were out of here, man

'Cause when you don't know money, you don't know broke
And one of the cool things about my folks was
They made us feel like we had it made
Yeah, I can still hear 'em say

I feel bad for the poor rich people
Who never get to live like this
They got all that money
But can't buy happiness
Holed up in the penthouse looking down
Probably wishing they were us right now
Those poor rich people
Those poor rich people
(Probably wishing they were us right now)

Three days, canned spaghetti
Barefoot mama would holler, "Come and get it"
Man, get out of here
Yeah, before you go, get your dad another beer
We'd be gone 'til the end of the day
We'd light that fire and we'd play charades
And we'd laugh like we were getting paid to laugh
It always made me feel bad

For those poor rich people
That never get to live like this
They got all that money
But can't buy happiness
Holed up in the penthouse looking down
Probably wishing they were us right now
Those poor rich people
Those poor rich people, yeah

If they worked a little harder
Yeah, they'd have what we got
They'd be sitting here drinking beer with us
Saying, "Thank God I'm not"

One of those poor rich people
Who never got to live like this
They got all that money
But can't buy happiness
Holed up in the penthouse looking down
Probably wishing they were us right now
Those poor rich people
Those poor rich people
(Probably wishing they were us right now)

Come on, man, I'll get you a beer
(Probably wishing they were us right now)

Cheers