I've worked 52 hours for 51 weeks.
I'm getting wrinkles and
I'm losing sleep.
It defies arithmetic.
I've sold little money by so much debt.
I used to think after this many years
I'd be livin' the life of a millionaire
But after bills and the IRS
More and more there's less and less
I don't wanna be filthy rich
But I'm tired of being squeaky clean
I ain't after the whole enchilada,
but I wouldn't mind a few more things
Don't want no blue
blood penthouse suite,
or Persian rugs underneath my feet
But I've been working up an appetite
for just a little bigger piece of
American pie
My black and whites play
the six o 'clock news
The whole country as I sing in the blues
Even the boys up on Capitol Hill
They're only gonna double
their pay this year
I'm riding chicks on a big ruffle ball
Robbing Peter to pay off Paul
I keep prayin' that heaven can wait
Cause I can't afford the
ticket to the pearly gates
I don't wanna be filthy rich
But I'm tired of being squeaky clean
I ain't after the whole enchilada
But I wouldn't mind a few
more beans
Don't want a blue blood penthouse suite
Or Persian rugs underneath my feet
But I've been working up an appetite
For just a little bigger piece
of American pie
I don't wanna be filthy rich
But I'm tired of being squeaky clean
I ain't after the whole enchilada
But I wouldn't mind a few more things
I want a blue blood penthouse suite
Or Persian rugs underneath my feet
But I've been working up an appetite
Just a little bigger piece of American pie
Just a little bigger piece of
American Pie.
Yeah! Ha ha ha!