Ying Yang Songtext
von The Bellamy Brothers
Ying Yang Songtext
He′s got a hundred foot yacht, girls by his side
Fine champagne and a Rolls Royce ride
And money - he's got it up the Ying Yang
Well he lives in a mansion down by the beach
Condos in Europe and a mountain retreat
The smell of sweet success - he′s got it up the Ying Yang
Well me I'm just a poor old country boy
I'll probably never be a millionaire
I′ve got a fifty dollar car and a tab at the bar
From our last little party that I had down there
Well I heard about a woman, tall and tan
She wanted a fur so she went out with that man
We′re talking mink coats - she's got ′em up the Ying Yang
Well I've seen them singers pickin′ guitars
Sure do wish I had learned how to borrow
Them chords - they got 'em up the Ying Yang
Rolex watches, rhinestone suits
Solid silver buckles and rattlesnake boots
And groupies - they got ′em up the Ying Yang
Well me I'm just a poor old country boy
I ain't never even seen Fort Worth
But one of these days I′m gonna strike black gold
From a gusher I′ve been driving in this red clay dirt
I'll have a hundred foot yacht, girls by the score
Condos, a car and so much more
Like problems - I′ll have 'em up the Ying Yang
Yeah, misery - I′ll have it up the Ying Yang
I'll have ulcers - have ′em up the Ying Yang
I'll be paying my income tax - paying up the Ying Yang
Fine champagne and a Rolls Royce ride
And money - he's got it up the Ying Yang
Well he lives in a mansion down by the beach
Condos in Europe and a mountain retreat
The smell of sweet success - he′s got it up the Ying Yang
Well me I'm just a poor old country boy
I'll probably never be a millionaire
I′ve got a fifty dollar car and a tab at the bar
From our last little party that I had down there
Well I heard about a woman, tall and tan
She wanted a fur so she went out with that man
We′re talking mink coats - she's got ′em up the Ying Yang
Well I've seen them singers pickin′ guitars
Sure do wish I had learned how to borrow
Them chords - they got 'em up the Ying Yang
Rolex watches, rhinestone suits
Solid silver buckles and rattlesnake boots
And groupies - they got ′em up the Ying Yang
Well me I'm just a poor old country boy
I ain't never even seen Fort Worth
But one of these days I′m gonna strike black gold
From a gusher I′ve been driving in this red clay dirt
I'll have a hundred foot yacht, girls by the score
Condos, a car and so much more
Like problems - I′ll have 'em up the Ying Yang
Yeah, misery - I′ll have it up the Ying Yang
I'll have ulcers - have ′em up the Ying Yang
I'll be paying my income tax - paying up the Ying Yang
Writer(s): David Bellamy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com