Richie And Ruben的吉他谱
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Richie And Ruben的歌词
They opened up a bar called Living Hell
Right from the start it didn't go too well
They didn't have the vibe or quite the right clientele
They bought a velvet rope and the doorman laughed
They got robbed blind by half the waitstaff
Six short weeks and they were forced to sell
Richie and Ruben
Don't know what they're doing
Richie and Ruben
Are both a little out of their minds
Don't give 'em a dime
They'll blow through your dough
Just like they blew through mine
Woah uh uh oh
Woah uh uh oh
Where did the money go?
Where did the money go?
They opened a boutique they called Debris
Together with some kid from F.I.T.
Though later it turned out he never quite got his degree
Eleven hundred bucks for a ripped up shirt
That came pre-stained with bleach and black dirt
Seemed just a little bit too steep to me
Richie and Ruben
Don't know what they're doing
Richie and Ruben
Are both a little out of their minds
Don't give 'em a dime
They'll blow through your dough
Just like they blew through mine
And ever since the seventh grade
They've been saying that we've got it made
And I still haven't gotten paid
Gotten paid at all
Woah uh uh oh
Woah uh uh oh
Where did the money go?
Richie and Ruben
Don't know what they're doing
Richie and Ruben
Are both a little
They're both a little
They're both a little out of their minds
Right from the start it didn't go too well
They didn't have the vibe or quite the right clientele
They bought a velvet rope and the doorman laughed
They got robbed blind by half the waitstaff
Six short weeks and they were forced to sell
Richie and Ruben
Don't know what they're doing
Richie and Ruben
Are both a little out of their minds
Don't give 'em a dime
They'll blow through your dough
Just like they blew through mine
Woah uh uh oh
Woah uh uh oh
Where did the money go?
Where did the money go?
They opened a boutique they called Debris
Together with some kid from F.I.T.
Though later it turned out he never quite got his degree
Eleven hundred bucks for a ripped up shirt
That came pre-stained with bleach and black dirt
Seemed just a little bit too steep to me
Richie and Ruben
Don't know what they're doing
Richie and Ruben
Are both a little out of their minds
Don't give 'em a dime
They'll blow through your dough
Just like they blew through mine
And ever since the seventh grade
They've been saying that we've got it made
And I still haven't gotten paid
Gotten paid at all
Woah uh uh oh
Woah uh uh oh
Where did the money go?
Richie and Ruben
Don't know what they're doing
Richie and Ruben
Are both a little
They're both a little
They're both a little out of their minds