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
Theres 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
Real wise yuppie and there ain't nothing left
Wall-streets crashed
It's the bottom of the deck
Times are dark
They're gonna get darker yet
Decline and fall of the television set
Theres 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 its a corporate ripoff monopoly