I owe, I owe it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up the dollars come so slow
It looks like I took a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road and come down with
some kind of voodoo curse
These monetary blues I do detest
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
and put me under house-arrest
My muse she flew out the door and is on-the-run
Screaming over her shoulder, it ain't a crime to be unhappy
but it isn't any fun
I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up and the dollars come so slow
smells like a song to me