Lyrics:

All my friends are yuppie scum
They got the money, I got the fun
The labels on my clothes say Made in Taiwan
Theirs say Versace or Dolce Gabana
Tommy Hilfiger in the air
They like the smell of the leather I wear
Sitting by the pool sipping Pina Colada
They won't be caught dead in the Hyperama

All my friends are yuppie scum
They might dress funny, but they're not dumb
Teach me about the inflation rate
Tell me to articulate

And now she's having her nose done
With skin taken from her bourgoeise bum
I will never be one of them but I sure adore
My yuppie friends

I'll make money some day
I'll make money some way
Make money some way
Make money, okay