Pots & Pans - Drake Bell

If only I could have some money

I’d buy myself a home out on the countryside

Where I’d reside my wife and I

Would have a couple children

They would play out in the yard

We would be the main event

Of everybody’s gossip song

Cause we’re the loudest house in the block

Cause we’re always throwing pots and pans

And the neighbor’s never liked us

Cause we’re always cancelling plans

Never invited to parties

Cause we never seem to be on time

Rah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma

I’m losing my mind

If only I could have some money

I’d fly as far away from this old cul-de-sac

We won’t come back

Thirty thousand feet below

We’d look down on the world

Mile high my wife and I

Just me and my favorite girl

But we’re the loudest house in the block

Cause we’re always throwing pots and pans

And the neighbor’s never liked us

Cause we’re always cancelling plans

Never invited to parties

Cause we never seem to be on time

Rah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma

I’m losing my mind

Where we leaving?

We got the money

Where we going?

We got the money

We’re living on food stamps

Bad checks and unpaid credit cards

But we’re the loudest house in the block

Cause we’re always throwing pots and pans

And the neighbor’s never liked us

Cause we’re always cancelling plans

Never invited to parties

Cause we never seem to be on time

Rah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma lah-ma

I’m losing my mind