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 drugs, 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.....