Lowlife (Living the Highlife)

I got my Cat Scratch Fever eight-track
My best friend’s in a gun rack
I’m a lowlife
I owe everybody money
I think racist jokes are funny
I’m a lowlife
I got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I’m makin’time, I’m goin’out
With your wife
Cuz I’m a lowlife
I’m a lowlife
I got kids I never seen
And their momma’s seventeen
I’m a lowlife
I take strippers out to breakfast
You can add that to my checklist
I’m a lowlife
Ahh the landlord called the rent is due
I spent it all on a Kiss tattoo
I Rock n Roll all night
Cuz I’m a lowlife
I’m a lowlife
I’m a lowlife
Livin’the highlife
I’m watchin’porno on the TV
Wonderin’why she’d ever leave me
I’m a lowlife
The object of my affection
Asked the police for protection
I’m a lowlife
The romance is gone, I’m doin’fine
Me and your mom had a real good time
Just last night
Cuz I’m a lowlife
I’m a lowlife
I make black music for the white man
Keep cocaine upon my nightstand
I’m a lowlife
Ain’t never hung out in the Catskills
But I’ve been to jail in Nashville
I’m a lowlife
I’ve got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth
I’m makin’time, I’m goin’out
With your wife
I’m a lowlife
I’m a lowlife
I’m a lowlife
Livin’the highlife