Poor Taste

C A7 I dont like fast cars and whiskey bars C A7 No I can't afford them things C A7 I like my rusty van and my beer in a can C A7 Yes that's alright with me C A7 Well they said let's go down to the parlor baby Smoke cigars C A7 Well I said see ya later man Au revoir C A7 I'm ok I'm alright D7 G7 C I got No taste for the finer things in life C A7 I dont like riding boots or three piece suits C A7 They just don't do it for me C A7 I like my worn out shoes My walking boots C A7 This old pair of jeans C A7 They said lets go uptown I know this bougie little spot C A7 But I put down my name and place and they tell me to f**k off C A7 I'm ok I'm alright. D7 G7 C I got No taste for the finer things in life C A7 my friends are covered in dirt C A7 They dont wash their shirts C A7 No They've got better things to do C A7 We like to roam around C A7 From town to town C A7 Yes and sing the blues C A7 Cuz we got no need for money we got shoes on our feet C A7 We dig in dumpsters and garbage cans to eat C A7 Cuz we’re ok We’re alright. D G7 C we got No taste for the finer things in life