Rich Kids Blues

Bubble, bubble, straight to my head

The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar

Bringing trouble, trouble back to my bed

Where nobody can save me 'cause the smoke is my baby, baby

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kids blues

And it got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kids blues

And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

Oh, why, oh, why you over my head?

Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy"

And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed

For delirious gestures are so easily misread

Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kids blues

And it got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kids blues

And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

I got the rich kids blues

And it got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kids blues

And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

Mama, I got the rich kids blues

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways

Mama, I got the rich kids blues