(Randy Travis/Alan Jackson)

I'm Getting Out Of This High-rise Penthouse Suite
Where We Pretend Life's Rosy And Sweet
I'm Going Back To The Folks That I Used To Know
Where Everyone Is What They Seems To Be

And These High-class Friends That You Like To Hang Around
When They Look My Way They're Always Looking Down
I'm Tired Of Spending Every Dime I Make
To Finance This Way Of Life I've Learned To Hate

I'm Going Back To A Better Class Of Loser
This Up-town Living's Really Got Me Down
I Need Friends Who Don't Pay Their Bills On Home Computers
And Who Buy Their Coffee Beans Already Ground
You Think It's Disgraceful That They Drink Three-dollar Wine
But A Better Class Of Loser Suits Me Fine

You Say The Grass Is Greener On The Other Side
From Where I Stand I Can't See Grass At All
And The Concrete And The Steel Won't Change The Way You Feel
It Takes More Than Caviar To Have A Ball

I'm Going Back To A Better Class Of Loser
This Up-town Living's Really Got Me Down
I Need Friends Who Don't Pay Their Bills On Home Computers
And Who Buy Their Coffee Beans Already Ground
You Think It's Disgraceful That They Drink Three-dollar Wine
But A Better Class Of Loser Suits Me Fine

You Think It's Disgraceful That They Drink Three-dollar Wine
But A Better Class Of Loser Suits Me Fine