Good Taste

I pop Busch Light Instead of hundred-dollar bottles of Napa Valley red I hit dive bars Instead of thirty piece symphonies at The Met I like my starry nights on an old back road More than Van Gogh I ain't high class God knows I know that But you can't say I don't got good taste When I got me a girl like her When she's on my arm she makes it Look like I'm on top of the world She's my champagne chillin' on ice A little out of my league, but she's all mine When she's turning heads that way No, you can't say I don't got good taste (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) Good taste (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) She's diamonds Drippin' off a second-story chandelier She's uptown And I don't even know what I'm doing here I like blue jeans more than a jet black tux Ain't much for dressin' up I ain't high class Thank God she don't mind that But you can't say I don't got good taste When I got me a girl like her When she's on my arm she makes it Look like I'm on top of the world She's my champagne chillin' on ice A little out of my league, but she's all mine When she's turning heads that way No, you can't say I don't got good taste (Good taste, good taste) Good taste (Good taste, good taste) Got good taste, she taste so good Got me feelin' like a VIP I got good taste, she tastes so good When she gets to kissin' on me Yeah, you can't say I don't got good taste When I got me a girl like her When she's on my arm she makes it Look like I'm on top of the world She's my champagne chillin' on ice A little out of my league, but she's all mine When she's turning heads that way No, you can't say I don't got good taste (Na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na, na-na-na) Good taste (Na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na, na-na-na) You can't say I don't got good taste (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) Can't say I don't got good taste (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm) (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm)