Real wise yuppie and I sold my soul Got a Porsche in one hand and a pot of gold Snort bulk coke 'cause my heart's mighty cold Look really groovy but I feel really old, yeah There's gold in your eyes, dear Lord You can't see the flock for the dollar signs Our God, he is a dollar bill A mound of them buggers is even holier still, yeah Real wise yuppie and there ain't nothing left Wall Street's crashed, it's the bottom of the deck Times are dark they're gonna get darker yet Decline and fall of the television set There's gold in your eyes, dear Lord You can't see the 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 it's a corporate ripoff monopoly, yeah Awww, yeah