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feat. Alan Jackson 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 seems to be And these high-class friends that you like to hang around When they look my way they're always looking down 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 who 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 From where I stand I can't see grass at all And the concrete and the steel won't change the way you feel 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 SongtexteI need friends who don't pay their bills on home computers And who 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 think it's disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine But a better class of loser suits me fine Aus Songtexte Mania