Lyrics
I don’t like fast cars or whiskey bars
No i can’t afford them things
I like my rusty van my beer in a can
Yes that’s alright with me
Well they said let’s go down to the parlor baby, smoke cigars
Well said see you later man, au revoir
Cause i’m okay, i’m alright
I got no taste for the finer things in life
Get it boys
I don’t wear riding boots or three piece suits
No they just don’t do it for me
I like my worn out shoes my walking blues
This old pair of jeans
They said let’s go uptown i know this bougie little spot
But when i put down my name and place
They told me to fuck off
Oh i’m okay said im alright
I got no taste for the finer things in life
My friends are covered in dirt
And they don’t wash their shirts
Oh cause they got better things to do
They like to roam around from town to town
Yes and sing them blues
Cause we got no need for money if we got shoes on our feet
We dig in dumpsters and garbage cans to eat
Cause we’re okay said we’re alright
Got no taste for the things alright
I’m okay i’m okay alright i got no taste for the finer things in life
Written by: King Strang
