La**e Mårtén - Rich Kids Blues lyrics

[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-Hook] Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, there's nothing you can do or say [Hook] I got the rich kids blues And they got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through [Verse 2] Why, oh why you're over my head Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed For delirious gestures are so easily misread [Pre-Hook] Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say [Hook] I got the rich kids blues And they 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 they 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