You can offer me a diamond plated pearl,
You can send me all the riches in the world,
You can tempt me with the palaces of kings,
I'd give 'em back in a big old sack and keep the simple things.
I've got the simple things,
I've got the rain in spring,
Got spicy chicken wings,
And french fried onion rings.
You can line me up a mile of limousines,
For me it don't add up to a hill of beans,
I've got no hankerin' for grabbin' your brass ring.
It's crystal clear, I'll stay right here and keep the simple things.
I've got the summer breeze,
Got sixteen cans of peas,
two-speed window fan,
When it's 93 degrees.
So forgive me for not grabbin' your brass ring,
It's crystal clear I'll stay right here and keep the simple things.