Champagne Habits (guitar) Songtext
von Eric Bibb

"Son, you got champagne habits on a beer salary"
Mama keeps tellin′ me
"Judgin' from the gifts you buy your wife
Musta been a sultan in your last life
You worry me with your champagne habits on a beer salary"

"Better get your head out the clouds
Find out what a dollar′s worth
Down on earth
Takin' from Peter to pay off Paul
Aw, son, you're headed for a fall
Boy, you worry me
With your champagne habits on that beer salary"


"Mama, now don′t be worried
I′ll be rollin' in dough someday"
I always say
"When I become a millionaire
I′ll buy you a mansion anywhere
So, don't worry about me
With my champagne habits on my beer salary
Mama, don′t worry 'bout me
I was born lucky as a man can be"

Friends call me dapper
′Cause I do love my spats an' my fancy hats
I don't mind to ride the bus
But, I must say, a limo′s much less fuss
Talkin′ 'bout champagne habits on a beer salary

"Son, you got champagne habits on a beer salary"
Mama keeps tellin′ me
"Spendin' cash wherever you please
You act like money grows on trees
With your champagne habits on that beer salary"

An′ I say, "Mama, don't worry ′bout me
I was born lucky as a man can be
With my champagne habits on my beer salary"