We're just three white rich kids b**hin' 'bout the world We think we've got problems, but we ain't got problems The man in the oily coat shouting at the world Should we try to see him or only stop his screaming La la, la la la La la, la la la La la, la la la So goes our song We say the gra** on the other side's colored by war We think we really see this, but do we really see? The only green that matters in this cardboard world Always ready to condemn it, but still we're soaking in it La la, la la la La la, la la la La la, la la la I tell you, Madge knows When you're seething With attitude or breathing For multitudes, be sure to call your mom I know she'll come along And help you to be strong When you need another loan When you're breathing With attitude or seething For multitudes, be sure to call your mom I know she'll come along When you need another loan 'Cause you want to buy this song We're just three white rich kids b**hin' 'bout the world We think we've got problems, but we ain't got problems The man in the oily coat shouting at the world Ready to condemn him, but still we're soaking in it And it's a secret test Go and talk to the west It's just another tiny thing