Real Wise Yuppie

I'm a real wise yuppie and I sold my soul

Got a porsche in one hand

And a pot of gold

Snort bulk coke



'Cause my hearts mighty cold

Look real groovy

But I'm feelin real old

There's gold in your eyes dear lord



Can't see your flock for the dollar signs

Our god he is a dollar bill

A mound of them buggers is even holier still

My life consecrated by the vogue year book



My style dictated by the rick astley look

Drive a car but I can't read a book

I don't eat meat except for a little bit of chook

'Cause I was born to be mild



Like the first suburban child

Born to be king

Of the really boring things

There's gold in your eyes dear lord



You can't see your flock for the dollar signs

Our god he is a dollar bill

A mound of them buggers is even holier still

Nobody cares about you and me



Well its a corporate ripoff monopoly

Well I guess that god is a very big business

Honey, I know its true

That god today is bigger than ?you?