i'm a real wise yuppie and i sold my soul 
 got a porsche in one hand 
 and a pot of gold 
 a snort bulk coke 
 cause my hearts mighty cold 
I look real groovy 
 but i'm feelin real old 

 there's gold in your eyes dear lord 
 you can't see your flock for the dollar signs 
 so our god he is a dollar bill 
 a mound of them buggers is even holier still 

 my life consecrated by the vogue year book 
 my style dictated by the rick astley look 
 i drive a car but i canэt read a book 
 i don't eat meat except for a little bit of chook 

 cause i was born to be mild 
 like the first suburban child 
 born to be king 
 of the really boring things 

 thereХs gold in your eyes dear lord 
 you canэt see your flock for the dollar signs 
 so our god he is a dollar bill 
 a mound of them buggers is even holier still 

 nobody cares about you and me 
 well it's a corporate ripoff monopoly 
 well i guess that god is a very big business 
 honey, i know its [bad word] 
 that god today is bigger than poo