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-cla** friends that you like to hang around When they look my way they're always looking down I'm tired of spending every dime i make To finance this way of life i've learned to hate (chorus) I'm going back to a better cla** of loser 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 cla** of loser suits me fine You say the gra** is greener on the other side From where i stand i can't see gra** at all And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel It takes more than caviar to have a ball (repeat chorus) You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better cla** of loser suits me fine