It's That Time of the Month

It’s that time again, I see the signs,
The bills are stacked in tidy lines.
It’s not the thing you’re thinking of —
It’s budget time, no time for love.

My rent’s come due, my tank is low,
My paycheck vanished days ago.
Once again my cupboards are bare.
Beans will get me from here to there.

That time of month, it don’t play nice,
It eats my money once or twice.
I check the mail — no check today,
I’ll just pretend it’s on its way.

My phone keeps buzzing all day long,
“You owe us money,” same old song.
I laugh and say, “I’m broke again,”
They'll have to wait till who knows when.

Power’s out, can’t watch my show,
I hum some tunes and take it slow.
I'll dine on crackers make it fine,
Call it “gourmet” and pour some wine.

That time of month, it don’t play nice,
It eats my money once or twice.
I check the mail — no check today,
I’ll just pretend it’s on its way.

My wallet's thin, my coffee’s cheap,
I count my coins before I sleep.
The dreams are rich, the cash is shy,
But hope don’t cost — so I get by.

When money's tight and cash runs out,
We do our best, we tough it out.
The road gets tough but still we climb,
We count on hope — it pays each time.

That time of month, it don’t play nice,
It eats my money once or twice.
I check the mail — no check today,
I’ll just pretend it’s on its way.

My tank is full but I am broke,
I laugh it off, it's all a joke.
The road is long, my cash is gone,
I’ve come too far to turn around,
I’ll chase the dream till it is found.

My budget cries, my funds are low,
My bank just whispers, “told you so.”
It’s not the blues or heartbreak’s sting,
It’s just that time — the money thing.

That time of month, it don’t play nice,
It eats my money once or twice.
I check the mail — no check today,
I’ll just pretend it’s on its way.

It’s that time of the month, again you see,
When the rent and bills gang up on me.
Can’t chase the sun or ocean’s shore,
I’ll count my bills, I'm rich not poor.

That time of month, it don’t play nice,
It eats my money once or twice.
I check the mail — no check today,
I’ll just pretend it’s on its way.
That time of month, it don’t play nice,
It eats my money once or twice.
I check the mail — no check today,
I’ll just pretend it’s on its way.
I check the mail — no check today,
I’ll just pretend it’s on its way.

“Lighthearted Country-Folk/
Medium rockabilly beat
Humorous! feel/