Money Runs Out Lyrics by Frankie Ballard
B-b-b-bills, bills, bills came and I paid ’em
Tabs have been laid and I picked ’em up
Thrills, thrills, thrills winked and I chased ’em
As long as you’re dropping the cash, they keep fillin’ your cup
Fill it up
‘Cause life is a party at the penthouse
You can’t live on credit but it spends
Sure is a mighty good time sharin’ champagne on someone else’s dime
But as soon as the money runs out, so do your friends
Ain’t that sad?
Now this work, work, work, sure gets lonely
But hell, I guess we’ve all got a job to do
And it hurts, hurts, hurts when you’re the only
The only guy left hangin’ around to have a drink with you
Ain’t that true?
‘Cause life is a party at the penthouse
You can’t live on credit, baby, but it spends
Sure is a mighty good time sharin’ champagne on someone else’s dime
But as soon as the money runs out, so do your friends
Oh yeah
If you’re on top, won’t you raise your hand?
Everybody look who’s buyin’
If you’re on top, won’t you raise your hand?
Everybody look who’s buyin’
Remember what I told you
Life is a party at the penthouse
You can’t live on credit, baby, but it spends
Sure does
It’s a mighty good time sharin’ champagne on someone else’s dime
But as soon as the money runs out, so do your friends
I said as soon as the money runs out, yeah, so do your friends
As soon as the money runs out, so do your friends
