Lyrics:

(Randy Travisalan Jackson)

i'm Getting Out Of This High-Rise Penthouse Suite
where We Pretend Life's Rosy And Sweet
i'm 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 They're Always Looking Down
i'm Tired Of Spending Every Dime I Make
to Finance This Way Of Life I've Learned To Hate

i'm Going Back To A Better Class Of Loser
this Up-Town Living's Really Got Me Down
i Need Friends Who Don't Pay Their Bills On Home Computers
and Who Buy Their Coffee Beans Already Ground
you Think It's 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 Can't See Grass At All
and The Concrete And The Steel Won't Change The Way You Feel
it Takes More Than Caviar To Have A Ball

i'm Going Back To A Better Class Of Loser
this Up-Town Living's Really Got Me Down
i Need Friends Who Don't Pay Their Bills On Home Computers
and Who Buy Their Coffee Beans Already Ground
you Think It's Disgraceful That They Drink Three-Dollar Wine
but A Better Class Of Loser Suits Me Fine

you Think It's Disgraceful That They Drink Three-Dollar Wine
but A Better Class Of Loser Suits Me Fine