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