Dance Hall Crashers

I don't know just where it
all goes, I', in debt up to my nose
Get credit now for 20 percent, buy a car, don't spend a cent
Take a ride, don't you like nice,
you can look good for a price
Go to London for a year, hope you can survive on a beer
I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
I feel us choking
Oh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we owe
I don't know who thought that I would do well with a credit line
First it was a stereo, then a snowboard and a phone
Finally found a new guitar, put some money down on a car
Next gig aint for seventh weeks, holy hell I'm up a creek
I feel us sinking in credit quicksand
I feel us choking