She Won’t Talk To Me

She won’t talk to me
What is wrong with me?
She won’t talk to me
No she won’t

When she’s walking by
At first she said “hi”
Then she learned that
I just cleaned the big yacht

Could it be it’s all about money
And the fact that I don’t have any
Could it be that she’s a gold digger
I don’t know – you go and figure
I just know I barely got a dime
And I work real hard in the summertime

Yeah I’ve worked real hard for all of my life
Cleaning these yachts dawn until night
Seeing the world of the “haves” and “have nots”
Dreaming some day to rise to the top
– Or at least the middle

She won’t talk to me
What is wrong with me?
She won’t talk to me
No she won’t

My little room filled with cheap pottery
I don’t need now I won the lottery
And I have left my crummy little flat
I went and bought this big ass yacht

And all I can say to you is “Wow”
It seems she wants to talk to me now!