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
