Ooh-wee, eight-five grand They get you a dollar They snatch it back out of your hand They rip you off who can Damn you if you don't The only way you're gonna get out of this Is to tell them that you won't High society, high society High society, look what you're doing to me Oh-oh, the tax man Won't believe me that I'm broke But even if I could pay a bit I'd take me for a joke Yes you will, yes you will High society, high society High society, high society Look what you're doing to me Now everything I said here Is really just a joke But maybe that's because that policeman Has got me by the throat Yes he has, yes he has High society, high society High society, look what you're doing to me High society, look what you're doing to me High society, high society