From the recording Austin City Limits Live from Timbuk3
pat mAcdonald - vocal, guitar, harmonica, bass, drum programming
Barbara K - guitar, vocal
Lyrics
Betty's in a wet T-shirt, feeling foolish and vain
Looking like some house cat that got caught out in the rain
Staring into the mirror at this less-than-pretty picture
Feeling ten years older now, and fifty bucks richer
Life is hard
Can't buy happiness no matter what you do
Can't get to heaven on roller skates
Can't take a taxi cab to Timbuktu
Paul was a poor little rich boy
He never had to cry
Whenever he complained of aches and pains
the doctors would drop by
Now he goes to parlors
where the prettiest girls in town
get paid five hundred dollars
just to kick him when he's down
Life is hard
Can't buy happiness no matter what you do
Can't get to heaven on roller skates
Can't take a taxi cab to Timbuktu
Life is hard
Life is hard
Life is hard
Can't buy happiness no matter what you do
Can't get to heaven on roller skates
Can't take a taxi cab to Timbuktu
After he stiffed a waitress and ran out on his tab
Big Mac had a heart attack in the back of a Yellow Cab
By the time the sound of the siren said the ambulance was coming
His heart had stopped beating but the meter was still running
Life is hard
Can't buy happiness no matter what you do
Can't get to heaven on roller skates
Can't take a taxi cab to Timbuktu
Life is hard
Life is hard
Life is hard
Ain't no escaping when the rent comes due
Can't get to heaven on roller skates
Can't take a taxicab to Timbuktu