Can’t talk cos I’m in a mood

Can’t eat cos I’m out of food

What a life, what a life

What a life, what a life

 

Got tears on my phone again

Lights out, gotta pay the rent

What a life, what a life

What a life, what a life

(ooh)

 

I know it won’t solve my problems

But if I’ma hit rock bottom

I, I, I

 

I’d rather be crying in a Lambo

Than crying on my own

Rather be lonely in a hot tub

Than high and dry at home

 

They say money ain’t the answer

But how are they to know?

I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than

SAD AND BROKE

SAD AND BROKE

I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than

SAD AND BROKE

 

Bought a round when I shouldn’t have Maxed out on my overdraft

What a night, what a night

What a night, what a night (yeah)

 

Phone has died and I missed my train Walking home in the pouring rain

What a night, what a night

What a night, what a night (ohh)

 

I know it won’t solve my problems

But if I’ma hit rock bottom

I, I, I

 

I’d rather be crying in a Lambo

Than crying on my own

Rather be lonely in a hot tub

Than high and dry at home

 

They say money ain’t the answer

But how are they to know?

I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than

SAD AND BROKE

SAD AND BROKE

I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than

SAD AND BROKE

SAD AND BROKE

I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than

SAD AND BROKE

 

Ohhh, ohhhh

 

Ohhh, I’m SAD AND BROKE

 

Ohhh,

I’d rather be filthy rich and broken hearted than

SAD AND BROKE