I
got a job in Soho
I wear a black beret
I walk in shoes by Gucci
But drive a Chevrolet
You have a high-rise condo
Your plush is wall-to-wall
You own a toy chihuahua
And walk it in the hall
CHORUS
We do not fit a social niche
Our motives aren't that true
Let's recreate society
I'll break the rules with you
I surf the Web by logo
A thousand megabytes
I own the latest DVDs
But watch a black and white
Your only sport is polo
You play the harp by ear
You dance and dine on valley wine
Then wash it down with beer
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