Bubble, bubble straight to my head The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar 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 got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through Wire, wire over my head Mama, she told me: Keep your eyes on the trophy And the sires, sires outta your bed For delirious gestures are so easily misread Mama I got your wild-eyed taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through Mama, I got the rich kids blues Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, I got the rich kids blues