I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse, sweet, where we pretend life's rosy and sweet. I'm going back to the folks that I used to know, where everyone is what they seem to be. And these high-class friends that you like to hang around, when they look my way, they're always looking down. And I'm tired of you spending every dime I make to finance this way of life I've learned to hate. I'm going back to a better class of losers, this uptown living's really got me down. I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers, and they buy their coffee beans already ground. You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine. A better class of losers suits me fine. You said the grass was greener on the other side, but from where I stand I can't see grass at all. And the concrete and the steel have changed the way you feel. It takes more than caviar to pound a ball. I'm going back to a better class of losers, this uptown living's really got me down. I need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers, and they buy their coffee beans already ground. You think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine. But a better class of losers suits me fine. Yes, a better class of losers just suits me fine.