All my friends are yuppie scum They got the money, I got the fun The labels on my clothes say Made in Taiwan Theirs say Versace or Dolce Gabana Tommy Hilfiger in the air They like the smell of the leather I wear Sitting by the pool sipping Pina Colada They won't be caught dead in the Hyperama All my friends are yuppie scum They might dress funny, but they're not dumb Teach me about the inflation rate Tell me to articulate And now she's having her nose done With skin taken from her bourgoeise bum I will never be one of them but I sure adore My yuppie friends I'll make money some day I'll make money some way Make money some way Make money, okay