Bubble bubble straight to my head
The richer the drier
I believe in the liar
Bringing trouble
trouble back in my bed
when 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 they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
Why oh why you're 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 they 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 they 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