Yuppie Blues
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The Springfield Chronicles, 1997
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Lyrics
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(INTRO)
but now, me and my kids, we don't even speak
they cry because their allowance is only fifty dollars a week
I get up every mornin' to beat the Wall Street
I gotta keep those Reeboks on my feet
I got the yuppie blues, gotta scratch on my Gucci shoes
I got the yuppie blues, I gotta scratch on my Gucci shoes
well now I gotta go shopping, I don't know which mall to use
well, I'd never do a wooden fence ten feet tall
he went and he blocked my view of the mall
now tell me, neighbor, why is it so hard
you can't keep your dandelions out of my yard
I got the yuppie blues, gotta scratch on my Gucci shoes
I got the yuppie blues, I gotta scratch on my Gucci shoes
well now I gotta go shopping, I don't know which mall to use
(HARP & GUITAR SOLOS)
well, my wife said "honey, if you wanna get laid
you'd better go out and get me a maid
a facelift, a tit job, a nip an' a tuck"
I've got so much money, gonna fix this baby up
I got the yuppie blues, gotta scratch on my Gucci shoes
I got the yuppie blues, I gotta scratch on my Gucci shoes
well now I gotta go shopping, I don't know which mall to use
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Copyright 19??, ??
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Created 22 January 2003
Updated 22 January 2003