Rich Kids Blues

C#m F# C#m Bubble, bubble straight to my head F# The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar C#m You're bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed F# When nobody can save me E F# Cause the smoke is my baby, baby E F# Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways E F# E F# Mama, there's nothing you can do or say C#m I got the rich kids blues F# And they got nothing to do with you C#m I got the rich kids blues F# And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through C#m F# C#m F# C#m Why, oh why you're over my head F# Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" C#m And I sigh, I sigh as I leave your bed F# E F# For delirious gestures are so easily misread E F# Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste E F# E F# Mama, there's nothing you can do or say C#m I got the rich kids blues F# And they got nothing to do with you C#m I got the rich kids blues F# And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through C#m F# Mama, I got the rich kids blues C#m F# Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways C#m Mama, I got the rich kids blues