Strong As An Oak

Chorus

Everything is A-OK

Because I'm strong as an O-A-K (Oak!)

But money don't grow on trees (nope)

And I'm B-R-O-K-E (Broke!)

Verse 1

Them rims them rings them things, you can bring em out

I just had my debit card declined at in N out

The line is flipping out. Giving me evil eyes

**** the soda, re-run it with just the cheesy fries

cause i don't think money is THE devil

I'm not sinking, i'm just kicking it at sea level

I got my floaties on

I'm focusing on all the wonderful stuff with the force of Obi Wan

Kenobi Bro, I'm broke although I won't be woebegone

Cause even though my bank account is low or overdrawn

I'm down to mow yer lawn

I'm getting open I'm soaking up every moment and so we

should make a toast we won't be sober til the broke of dawn

because beer is cheap

and because love is free

I'm buzzin feeling like every friend is a cousin, G

And someday we'll be reminiscing on some wasn't we

Just so down and out

But we were happy then (cause)

Chorus

Verse 2

why should I sit on my ass on the couch and be asking why life isn't equal?

with lesser possessions I'm light as a feather and so I can fly like an eagle

Cause everyone dies and I wonder why leaders in power would lie to their people

be planning like they could be fitting a camel up into the eye of a needle

but dammit I'd i settle for fitting a 94 Camry inside of my driveway

i'm sick of the image I'm living my life and i'm doing in my way

I'd rather be making the choices I'm proud of than chasing a mountain of money

But if that mountain comes to me, I'm climbing it

Gotta a brick and I'm laying it down

got a shovel, I'm breaking this ground

because I'm in red

but it's only a color that I will be painting this town

Because when I make it then I dedicate it to friends I stayed with who would do me favors even lend me paper when I couldn't pay for a little takeout

to the fact

that whatever you think that it means

I be here and I'm living my dreams

And it's cause of the people I leaned

on when I came apart at the seams

So gimme the moon

And gimme the spoon

I'm licking it clean

Until there just ain't nothing left

But who will lend a hand