I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite
Where we pretend life's rosy and sweet
I'm going back to the folks that i used to know
Where everyone is what they seems to be

And these high-class friends that you like to hang around
When they look my way they're always looking down
I'm tired of spending every dime i make
To finance this way of life i've learned to hate

(chorus)
I'm going back to a better class of loser
This up-town living's really got me down
I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers
And who buy their coffee beans already ground
You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine
But a better class of loser suits me fine

You say the grass is greener on the other side
From where i stand i can't see grass at all
And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel
It takes more than caviar to have a ball

(repeat chorus)

You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine
But a better class of loser suits me fine