Up in this roof this money we found
It was more than we'd ever hoped to make
Those "Fives" and "Tens" and "Twenty's" were bound
To take those clownish frowns off our face
In this roof we found all of this loot
We all went and got drunk; it was a hoot
Then the word got out

The Press and media came; it was neat
We made some bullsh*t up for them to eat (about the loot)
We told them we found it in the ground
We dug it up; the money that we found (I think we goofed)
Dug it up, yeah, right out of that hole
In one of our backyards; that's what we told
Not from up in that roof (not from that roof)

~ ~ ~ [sounds of media clamor and these goof-balls jabbering away excitedly to them} ~ ~ ~

Not bright; We guess that's now quite plain to see
The tales we told had no consistency

That was a telling goof

Now we look like a bunch of dumb clowns
And all because we bragged about that loot (that was a goof)
Our stories soon all became unwound
The cops found out the truth
They found the truth (about the loot)
We sure did goof (and they had proof)
Might go to jail, maybe (because we goofed)
Should have stayed mute, maybe (not too astute)

(Fade to video of them being walked away in handcuffs)

I guess we weren't bright (and now we're screwed)

~ ~ ~ [Sound of jail cell door clanging shut] ~ ~ ~