No job.
No wife.
No kids.
Yet you're still livin' large
Weekends at the bar,
Weekdays on the couch,
Belly sticking out,
Yet you're still livin' large.
You got high the other night,
You still have no job,
But you got 'high! '
So you're still 'livin' large.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem