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They opened up a bar called living hell Right from the start it didn't go to well They didn't have the vibe or quite the right clientele They bought a velvet rope and the doorman laughed They got robbed blind by half the wait staff 6 short weeks and they were forced to sell Richie And Ruben dont know what they're doing Richie and Rueben Are both a little out of their minds Don't give them a dime They'll blow through your dough Just like they blew through mine whoa a-whoa-oh-oh whoa a-whoa-oh-oh Where did the money go? Where did the money go? They opened a boutique they called Debris Together with some kid from F.I.T. The later it turned out he never quite got his degree Eleven hundred bucks for a ripped up shirt That came pre-stained with bleach and black dirt Seemed just a little bit too steep to me Richie and Ruben Don't know what they're doin' Richie and Ruben Are both a little out of their minds Don't give them a dime They'll blow through your dough Just like they blew through mine And ever since the seventh grade They've been saying that we've got it made And I still haven't gotten paid Gotten paid at all whoa a-whoa-oh-oh whoa a-whoa-oh-oh Where did the money go? Richie and Ruben Don't know what they're doin' Richie and Ruben Are both a little They're both a little They're both a little Out of their minds |