All About The Abes

All About The Abes Lyrics

Born in the Hills Beverly in '63 / Only son of a rich mom and dad / But dad was a jerk and mom did not work, it drove him mad / When mom and dad died, late last July / He got the house and the plane / And now he just laughs and smokes his coke all day / From New York to Tokyo / it's all about the dough / it's the coin, it's the cash, it's the currency stash / it's the money that keeps us goin' / The streets of Brooklyn are riddled with crooks and / Dope dealers who don't give a f**k / it's all about hustling and scheming and making a buck / They rule the block with one hand on their Gloch / it's the ghetto that keeps 'em in / But they don't have a chance, it's the same circumstance in the end / He passes the years from atop his John Deere / Surveying the fields from above / it's not much to some, but he's happy to do what he loves / it's been apples and pears, and a hundred state fairs / Nothing more than a quiet, simple life / His only regret is he never found time for a wife