I go to work everyday In my fancy Escalade. Workin’ my fingers to the bone Hurtin’ feet when I get home. Made enough cash for food n drink, But then I stopped to think. Maybe I'd better buy some Gold, Before my money and me get too old. But where is all my hard-earned cash? It’s in the secret hiding stash. Behind the guns and ammo case, Quietly laying in a secure space. But if I die before I wake Who will know about my stake? I think instead I will spend it all, Fly to Italy and have a ball. No more workin’ every day, I’ll sell my good ole Escalade. No more workin’ to the bone No more hurtin’, no more home. But then I stopped to think. I don’t have any friends in Rome. So, maybe I better stay right here, Go back to work then have a beer. I’ll take some of that hard earned cash Keep puttin’ it in the secret stash. Behind the guns and ammo case, Laying in its quiet space. I took enough for a getaway, Then back to work, day after day. Love my life and stashin’ some pay. I kept some out for Happy Hour Just enough for some whiskey sours. I bought some Silver and some Gold Put it away for when I’m old. Lovin’ my life and stashin’ some pay, Goin’ to work day after day.
