Rich kids are born to hate the world
That's why they steal their mother's pearls
All that money makes you sick
You've got to find a way to get your kicks
But you know it's really not his fault
And growing up can be so cold
Victim of a nursery crime
All the mess your father left behind [bad word] The flowers were white and red
They laid them round the bed
The sun shone down, the hearse drove on ahead
Everybody loves you when you're dead
With a needle in your leg
On a Hammersmith sofa-bed
They only gave you half a chance
When they should've called the ambulance
And though your mother nearly died of shame
When the papers said what was to blame
You can count on her in any crisis
To be handing round the tranquilisers [bad word] The flowers were white and red
They laid them round the bed
The sun shone down, the hearse drove on ahead
Everybody loves you when you're dead
Never thought we'd miss you
Quite as much as we do
It's too late to tell you now
Top people pay to put it straight
nose job was your sister's fate
She always was a sacred cow
Well she's married to the surgeon now
And all the people that you used to see
We've all grown up and got healthy
Now and then we'll think of you
As we slip into our daddies' shoes [bad word] The flowers were white and red
We laid them round the bed
The sun shone down, the hearse drove on ahead
Everybody loves you when you're dead