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We're just three white rich kids bitching 'bout the worldWe think we've got problems - we ain't got problemsThe man in the oily coat shouting at the worldShould we try to see him or only stop his screamingLa la la la la, la la la la laLa la la la la - so goes our songWe say the grass on the other side's colored by warWe think we really see this but do we really see itThe only green that matters in this cardboard worldAlways ready to condemn it but still we're soaking in it La la la la la, la la la la laLa la la la la - tell you Madge knows When you're seething with attitudeOr breathing for multitudesBe sure to call your momI know she'll come alongAnd help you to be strongWhen you need another loan When you're breathing with attitudeOr seething for multitudesBe sure to call your momSongtexteI know she'll come alongWhen you need another loan'Cause you want to buy this song We're just three white rich kids bitching 'bout the worldWe think we've got problems - we ain't got problemsThe man in the oily coat shouting at the worldReady to condemn him, still we're soaking in it And it's a secret testGo and talk to the WestIt's just another dime in vain Aus Songtexte Mania