My friend's gotta girlfriend,
And he hates that bitch.
He tells me everyday.
Hey says,
"Man I really gotta loose my chick,
In the worst kinda way."
She sits on her ass,
He works his hands to the bone,
To give her money every pay-day.
She wants more dinero',
Just to stay at home.
Well, my friend, you gotta say,
"I won't pay. I won't pay ya.
No way. Na-Na, why don't you get a job.
Sail away. Sail away. No way.
Na-Na, why don't you get a job!"
I guess all his money,
Well it isn't enough.
To keep her bill collectors away.
Well, I guess all his money,
Well it isn't enough,
Cause that girl's got expensive taste.