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