Yuppie Scum - Tom Robinson

Heads up in the clouds, noses in our beers

Sat on a bench outside the Station Inn

Me and my friend Jojo with our good friend Pierre

Drink to the passing of our teens

Jojo thinks he’s Jean Genet, Pierre he’s Casanova

And me, the most modest of the three

Me, I simply see myself as me

And late at night we’d see the professional classes

Leaving the hotel restaurant

We’d show our good manners and we’d show them our asses

And then we’d chant

Yuppy scum, smug and dumb

The richer they are, the thicker they get

Yuppy scum, smug and dumb

As they get old they all forget

Heads up in the clouds, noses to the grind

Sat on a bench outside the Station Inn

Me and my friend Jojo with our good friend Pierre

Drink to the way our lives had been

Jean Genet’s forgotten his words

And Casanova’s on his knees

And me, as for good old modest me

Me, I’m as drunk as only I can be

And late at night we’d see the professional classes

Leaving the hotel restaurant

We’d show them our good manners and we’d show them our asses

And then we’d chant

Yuppy scum, smug and dumb

The richer they are, the thicker they get

Yuppy scum, smug and dumb

As they get old they all forget

Heads up in the clouds, champagne every night

To celebrate our great success

Jojo he’s a broker, Pierre’s at the bar

We’ve all done well I must confess

Jojo still talks of Jean Genet

But Casanova’s just a book on the shelf

And me, as for good old modest me

Me, me I talk only of myself

And every night outside the Station Inn, Inspector

Whenever we leave this restaurant

Those little assholes always drop their pants

And then they chant

Yuppy scum, smug and dumb

The richer they are, the thicker they get

Yuppy scum, smug and dumb

As they get old they all forget