The landlord wants his money,
The grocery bill is due,
My pocket book is always flat,
And boy I'm tellin' you;
My clothes are gettin' ragged,
My shoes are gettin' thin,
Just lend an ear and I'll explain,
This awful fix I'm in.
CHORUS:
It's the high, high, high, cost of livin',
Oh tell me what a workin man can do,
It's the high, high, high, cost of livin',
I'm (A) in the red and feelin mighty blue.
No T-bone steaks no pork chops,
And no more chocolate pie,
I can't afford those luxuries,
Cause prices are too high;
I use to drive a Cadillac,
Until the other day,
The finance company came along,
And took my car away.
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My little wife she told me,
And just the other day,
Throw out your chest and tell the rest,
That Junior's on the way;
Now since we can't postpone the stork,
A helpin hand I'll need,
Oh tell me how I can afford,
Another mouth to feed.
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