Intro: Verse 1: Bubble bubble straight to my head The richer the drier I believe in the liar You’re bringin’ trouble trouble back in my bed When nobody can save me Cause the smoke is my baby baby Pre-Chorus 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 Solo Verse 2: 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 Pre-Chorus 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 Outro Mama I got the rich kids blues Mama I got your wild-eyed ways Mama I got the rich kids blues