We're just three white rich kids bitching 'bout the world

We think we've got problems - we ain't got problems

The man in the oily coat shouting at the world

Should we try to see him or only stop his screaming

La la la la la, la la la la la

La la la la la - so goes our song





We say the grass on the other side's colored by war

We think we really see this but do we really see it

The only green that matters in this cardboard world

Always ready to condemn it but still we're soaking in it

La la la la la, la la la la la

La la la la la - tell you Madge knows



When you're seething with attitude

Or breathing for multitudes

Be sure to call your mom

I know she'll come along

And help you to be strong

When you need another loan





When you're breathing with attitude

Or seething for multitudes

Be sure to call your mom

I know she'll come along

When you need another loan

'Cause you want to buy this song



We're just three white rich kids bitching 'bout the world

We think we've got problems - we ain't got problems

The man in the oily coat shouting at the world

Ready to condemn him, still we're soaking in it

And it's a secret test

Go and talk to the West

It's just another dime in vain