HIGH SOCIETY

High Society

You're so gone

In your fancy suit

Do you know where your next toot's

Comin' from?

High Society

It's just a game

You don't care how it goes

You're too busy filling your

Nose with cocaine...

You got a beautiful house and two ex-wives

A tennis court, a swimming pool in which you love to dive

And when the coke makes you feel alive

You got a high-performance sports car you love to drive

High Society

You're havin' a ball

Power and passion

Piles of cash

International calls

Just 'cos you're a millionaire don't mean you don't care...

You're frightfully concerned about the Amazon

If the trees go, where will your snow come from?

You strongly feel something should be done

But you're too busy havin' fun

You throw fabulous parties every weekend

You invite all your High Society friends

Why not? You got the money to spend

And next week you can do it again (Do, do, do it again)

High Society

Man about town

You're proud of your clothes

But your big red nose makes you

Look like a clown

High Society

Wait and see

When your cash runs dry

And you crash, wave goodbye

To High So-ci-e-ty!

Copyright Mathie 1991