Real Wise Yuppie

I'm a real wise yuppie and I sold my soul
Got a porsche in one hand
And a pot of gold
Snort bulk coke

'Cause my hearts mighty cold
Look real groovy
But I'm feelin real old
There's gold in your eyes dear lord

Can't see your flock for the dollar signs
Our god he is a dollar bill
A mound of them buggers is even holier still
My life consecrated by the vogue year book

My style dictated by the rick astley look
Drive a car but I can't read a book
I don't eat meat except for a little bit of chook
'Cause I was born to be mild

Like the first suburban child
Born to be king
Of the really boring things
There's gold in your eyes dear lord

You can't see your flock for the dollar signs
Our god he is a dollar bill
A mound of them buggers is even holier still
Nobody cares about you and me

Well its a corporate ripoff monopoly
Well I guess that god is a very big business
Honey, I know its true
That god today is bigger than ?you?