Bubble, bubble straight to my head
The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar
Bringing trouble, trouble back in 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
Wire, wire over my head
Mama, she told me: Keep your eyes on the trophy
And the sires, sires outta 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
