Everyday i see you wearing things
that have never been worn before
while the children at the government schools
send money for the poor
and all you buy you bargained for with your little man
so that from your silks down to your paramour
your tres, tres paragon
chorus
so it's back beach in the summer
the chalet for the snow
you're poor hoochie gucci fiorrucci mama
you've really got no place to go
Antiques flown in from venice fill you house upon the hill
while you money sold the soul of rock and roll
for some cheap disco thrill
i've seen your peer pouting over beers
the loneliness it showed
mistaking tacky sex for sensuality they bought in toorak road
chorus
inside her empty castle her lonely heart will dwell
the life that she's been losing's like some stony bagatelle
the loving that you never found, don't know the reason why
oh hoochie gucci fioricco mama don't you cry