G  C  G
    
           G                      C        G
Im gettin out of this highrise penthouse suite
  G                                D
where we pretend lifes rosey and sweet
      G                         C      G
Goin back to the folks that I used to know
 G                 D                G
where everyone is what they seem to be
 G                                    C              G
And these high class friends that you like to hang around
 G                                         D
when they look my way their always lookin down
          G                           C      G
And I'm tired of you spending every dime I make
                        D                    G
to finance this way of life I've learned to hate

(Chorus)
           C                         G
I'm goin back to a better class of losers
     G                            D
This uptown livins really got me down
          G                                 C       G
I need friends who dont pay their bills on home computers
          A7                              D
and they buy their coffee beans already ground
 C                                    G                 C
You think its disgraceful that they drink three dollar wi-i-ine
        G               D             G
But a better class of loser suits me fine

(Second verse) 

You said the grass is greener on the other side
but from where i stand i cant see grass at all
and the concrete and the steel wont change the way you feel
it takes more than caviar to have a ball