Mr. Faust Buys an Empty SuitDressed up in Gucci boots Instead of those old Florsheims Take away the charge plates And there go the large gates In front of that elegant residence Take away the sweet deals The just can't be beat deals They come and go like the presidents Yuppies ain't nothin' but new recruits Dressed up in snazzy suits Scramblin' for nickels and dimes Remember those button down collars Mutt and Jeff and Dollars That really were worth their weight? Remember those wing-tip brougham shoes? I sing these blue collar blues About them right to work states. Yuppies eat nothin' but bamboo shoots And other gourmet roots So, wise up and forget the Beatles Buy into the future Of all that's 'fab and gear' Grow up, and forget the Rolling Stone Don't'cha know, Spin Magazine is what's in this year? Yuppies ain't nothin' but those who loot Without having to loot Pens perpetrate the worst of crimes You're a disgrace, if you get to fat a face So, take your case into the ring Watch for that left hand jab! Yes, take your place in a real rat race For some space, Mr. and Mrs. Jones Get in on that deft land grab Yuppies ain't nothin' but a brand new label As far as I am able To play around with these rhymes So, come, smoke a spliff Watch'm sell the old stock Right on down to the lock and the barrel Turn a new leaf, live in a grass hut And watch'm dance in nothin' But a barrel for apparel Turn a new leaf, live in a glass hut And watch'm dance in nothin'... FREE download now
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