All my style, all my grace 
All I try to save my face 
All my guts, try to spill 
All my holes, try to fill 
All my money's been a long time spent 
On my [bad word]  on my rent 
On my saving philosophy 
It goes, one in the bank and the rest for me 

It goes, 

All my troubles on a burning pile 
All lit up and I start to smile 
If I catch fire than I'll change my aim 
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates 

My mamma, lonely maid 
Got her buns in the oven then she never got laid 
My papa, renaissance man 
Sailed away and he never came back again 

All my troubles on a burning pile 
All lit up and I start to smile 
If I catch fire than I'll change my aim 

Throw my troubles at the pearly gates 

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah 
All my woebegones begone 
I said, all you troubles 
You don't mean a thing 

All my troubles on a burning pile 
All lit up and I start to smile if 
I catch fire than I'll change my aim 
Throw my troubles at the world again 

It goes, 

All my troubles on a burning pile 
All lit up and I start to smile 
If I catch fire than I'll take my turn 
To burn and burn and burn 

Ba, ba, ba ba....