I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet I'm going back to the folks that I used to know Where everyone is what they seems to be
And these high-class friends that you like to hang around When they look my way they're always looking down I'm tired of spending every dime I make To finance this way of life I've learned to hate
I'm going back to a better class of loser This up-town living's really got me down I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers And who buy their coffee beans already ground You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine
You say the grass is greener on the other side From where I stand I can't see grass at all And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel It takes more than caviar to have a ball
I'm going back to a better class of loser This up-town living's really got me down I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers And who buy their coffee beans already ground You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine
You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine
