Better Class Of Losers

I'm getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite
 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 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 loser
 This up-town 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 loser suits me fine
 You say the grass is greener on the other side
 But where I stand I can't see grass at all
 And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel
 And it takes more than caviar to have a ball
 I'm going back to a better class of loser
 This up-town 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 loser suits me fine
 Yes, a better class of loser just suits me fine