Not exactly in the lap of luxury

You were not quite of blue blood

But you know you went to bed 

With a belly full of supper

You were safe as a bug in a rug

You were swaddled and jolly molly coddled

Like a dolly and you mommy maybe gave a little shrug

When you threw a temper tantrum

For another piece of something

That other kids only dream of 



Baby face baby face

Looking for a season in hell

Baby face baby face

I hope you learn your lesson well 



Now you've chosen poverty

You did it for the sake fo being hip

Begging for a dollar

Never doubting for a moment

Your bohemian indignence

And you wonder why the folks

In your run down neighborhood

Don't recognize you as a kindred soul

'Cause they know you gotta a bed

In a sunny sub-division

Anytime you wanna run home