Rich Kids Blues

Bubble, bubble, straight to my head The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar Bringing trouble, trouble back to my bed Where nobody can save me 'cause the smoke is my baby, baby Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through Oh, why, oh, why you over my head? Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed For delirious gestures are so easily misread Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through Mama, I got the rich kids blues Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, I got the rich kids blues