Hover, hover, straight to my head
The riches are dry of living the lie
And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed
Where nobody can save me ´cause the smoke is my baby

Baby, mama I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, there´s nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kids blues
And it´s got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I´m not sure that I´ll pull it through

Why, oh, why you´re over my head
Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy"
And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed
For delirious gestures are so easily restrained

Baby, mama I got your wild-eyed taste
Mama, there´s nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kids blues
And it´s got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I´m not sure that I´ll pull it through

I got the rich kids blues
And it´s got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And I´m not sure that I´ll pull it through

Mama, I got the rich kids blues
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, I got the rich kids blues