I like it    I don't like it

Im getting out of this high-rise penthouse suite
Where we pretend lifes rosy and sweet
Im 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 theyre always looking down
Im tired of spending every dime I make
To finance this way of life Ive learned to hate

(chorus)
Im going back to a better class of loser
This up-town livings really got me down
I need friends who dont pay their bills on home computers
And who buy their coffee beans already ground
You think its 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 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

(repeat chorus)

You think its disgraceful that they drink three-dollar wine
But a better class of loser suits me fine