Everyday i see you wearing things
That have never been worn before
While the children at the government schools
Send money for the poor
And all you buy you bargained for with your little man
So that from your silks down to your paramour
Your tres, tres paragon

So it's back beach in the summer
The chalet for the snow
You're poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mama
You've really got no place to go

Antiques flown in from venice fill you house upon the hill
While you money sold the soul of rock and roll
For some cheap disco thrill
I've seen your peer pouting over beers
The loneliness it showed
Mistaking tacky s__ for sensuality they bought in toorak road

So it's back beach in the summer
The chalet for the snow
You're poor hoochie gucci fiorucci mama
You've really got no place to go

Inside her empty castle her lonely heart will dwell
The life that she's been losing's like some stony bagatelle
The loving that you never found, don't know the reason why
Oh hoochie gucci fiorucci mama don't you cry

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