Lyrics and music by Chris Huntington
When I was a little boy, my big daddy never smacked me around.
He only gave me one toy, I think he took it from the lost and found.
Then when I met me a rich girl, I knew she'd hate me when she found I was poor.
I heard she grew up, married into money, and they can't buy enough stuff to make the girl happy.
Oh…. Gimme some I know what to do with it!
Yeah oh…. Why don't you gimme some?
Oh…. Gimme some I know what to do with it!
I know! Yeah oh…. Why don't you gimme some?
Those people down the road, they got the big house and the Lincoln Continental.
I'll be workin' 'til I'm old, eatin' potatoes and soup made of lentils.
Could I have fun with a million bucks? Huh! I drive around an old pickup truck.
So if you can't be happy, as a millionaire, why don't you give a little out to somebody who can?
Oh…. Gimme some I know what to do with it!
Yeah oh…. Why don't you gimme some?
Oh…. Gimme some I know what to do with it!
I know! Yeah oh…. Why don't you gimme some?