Isn't it amazing that you can tell one story to the BK Court and weave a completely different contradictory tale for the Appellate Court with absolutely no circumstances changing.
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, yeah