Crowded House

Id much rather have a caravan in the hills
Than a mansion in the slums
The taste of success only lasts you
Half an hour or less
But it loves you when it comes
And you laugh at yourself
While youre bleeding to death
Id much rather have a trampoline in my front room
Than an isolation tank
I wish I was a million miles away
From the managers door
There is trouble at the bank
You laugh at yourself
As you go deep into debt
Laugh at yourself
While hes breathing down your neck
Who can stop me