Jazzin-Clubbin-Jazz - Bruce McKenzie

Country clubbin' Country clubbin' I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks Worn boots, couple bucks Early risin', nine to five Hand to mouth, gettin' by Climbing higher up the ladder Bank account gettin' fatter Little low down Come from nothin' Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin' Now it's 9-iron, cart girl Get to take her for a whirl Champagne, shuffleboard Red necks on the tennis court Ah-haha (ooh-lah-lah) Schmoozie bougie (ooh-ha-ha) Silver platter, fine cigars They think I'm a superstar First-class, elbow rubbin' Now we're all country clubbin' Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang The pasture party, limousine Parkin' on the putting green Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Chief of staff, look at him Drinkin' like a president Who's the honey on his arm? That's the heir to Lucky Charms Hedge fund, billionaires Doctors, lawyers everywhere Oil money, dynamite Mayor's in the house tonight First-class, elbow rubbin' Now we're all a-country clubbin' Throwin' money 'round like it ain't no dadgum thang Writin' checks, passin' bills Gnawin' on a chicken wing We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' country clubbin' We're goin' Never woulda thought I'd be country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin' Country clubbin'