The Yuppie Song

He walks out of work                                                   

With a purpose to his step                                            

What his walk doesn’t say                                          

Surely won’t damage his rep                                    

He gets to his Saab                                                   

And forgets his alarm                                                   

He’s one of the many                                                   

So there is no real harm                                             

He drives 9.3 miles                                                    

To his suburban abode                                      

His 2.3 kids greet him                                                         

It’s a sight to behold                                                 

The amenities of life                                                   

Are there for the take                                                           

It helps to be rich                                                      

Or to wish for God’s sake                                          

He has stock in the market                                           

And a portfolio to grow                                               

He can’t survive by his wits                                         

Cause it’s only for show                                              

Being a Yuppie these days                                           

Is all in the act                                                              

Be certain of all                                                

And ignore all the facts                                               

Commit to your work                                                   

And pretend you’re alive                                          

Being a Yuppie isn’t easy                                             

Until you’ve arrived                       

Ignore all the people

Who belong below you

You’re financial statement

Will ring loud and true

Complain about service

It’s the only thing to do

Money can’t buy everything

It’s sad but it’s true

Got a college fund

For Mindy and Bartholomew   

At 50 grand a year

An education they’re due

As upstanding citizens

Of the communities

The Yuppies all rule

It’s what God said shall be

My father was right

When he said to me

The almighty buck

Determines what we will be

Well if a buck rules our fate

I see no allure

For to be a Yuppie

I’d rather be poor

Complain about taxes

As people starve in the streets

Find a loophole fast

Keep the poor downbeat