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

And I'm tired of you 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 losers

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

But 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 losers

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

they drink three dollar wine

But a better class of

loser suits me fine

Yes a better class of losers

Just suits me fine