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.