Dirty Dozen Brass Band – Arleen lyrics

Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Over sixteen, under thirty-one


Arleen was a dream, what a dream
Arleen was a dream, what a dream
Arleen was a dream, what a dream
Arleen was a dream, what a dream


Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Your face looks good, but your body's not ready
Face looks good, but your body not ready
If life was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live,
And the poor would die, I can't stand it, no!
No I can't stand it, no!
If life was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live, the poor would die,
I can't stand it, no!
I can't stand it, no!


Well I get up every morning about 10:13
Six pack of stout, and a stick of sensi
Watch TV, watch TV, watcha my window if the TV's broke
I can't stand it, yeah!
I can't stand it, yeah!
I can't stand it, yeah,
I can't stand it, uh huh


Life was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live, and the poor would die,
I can't stand it, no!
I can't stand it!, no!
Arleen was a dream what a dream
Arleen was a dream what a dream
Arleen was a dream what a dream
Arleen was a dream what a dream


Get up in the morning about 10:13
Six pack of stout, and stick of sensi,
I can't stand it yeah
I can't stand it, oh yeah


I get up every morning bout 10:13
Eat fried chicken throw away the bones,
Everybody leaving my good home,
I can't stand it, yeah!
I can't stand it, yeah!
I can't stand it, yeah!
I can't stand it, yeah!


Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Over sixteen, under thirty-one
Over sixteen, under thirty-one


That little girl's gotta go to school today,
I can't stand it, no no no no
I can't stand it, no!
No no no I can't stand it!
That little girl's gotta go to school today,
I can't stand to see her play that way,
I can't stand it, no!
I can't stand it, no!


Look at my window about 11:15
Nothing's left but me,
I can't stand it,
I can't stand it,
Sixteen gone away...
Sixteen gone away...
Me and Mrs. Jones...
Me and Mrs. Jones...

If life was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live, and the poor would die,
I can't stand it, no!
No I can't stand it, no!
Life was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live, the poor would die, I can't stand it no!
I can't stand it, no!

Why does a poor man drink champagne,
He drinks half a beer and feel all the same,
I can't stand it, no!
I can't stand it, no!
Why does a middle man drink champagne,
He drinks half a beer and feels all the same,
I can't stand it, no!
I can't stand it, no!
Why does a billionaire drink champagne,
He drinks half a beer and feels all the same,

Arleen was dream!