Three guys pass me by all in white t shirts
They're in a sixty three super sort & they don't like my looks
I'm in the middle of Brooklyn I can't see no escape'
They say the south is a bummer but this isn't so great

Ain't life a blast
So low down middle class
From the day u are born u know u will neva kiss ass
White middle class blues

Now I'm sittin' down to diner there's so much food on ur table
U can throw away ur vegetables u can eat till u are not able
& u veins fill with butter & the blood won't flow through them
& ur kid ods on goof balls & gives the finger to u