We all went dry when the money tree died
I tried to save it
but, I think they lost too much of that
paper

Oh I'm hated by my neighbors
pink polos and
boat shoes
I ride my motorbike
in a golf field it was chartreuse

Oh I live in a rich neighborhood
white trash wont fit in
we may be proud but where's the money now?
I think I've
I think I've figured it out

I call it
Wealthy fantasy
Wealthy fantasy yeah
Ooh wealthy fantasy yeah
Wealthy fantasy

Well only rich people have two dogs
Oh
Only rich people have two dogs
Rich
Only rich people drive
German cars
Ooh only rich people go to the Frost Creek Club
and
My wife's on those
painkiller drugs

Oh how you've let me down

Now my neighbor asks me
What are you doing on my property?
Well I tell him one thing

I don't have any food in my fridge
Oh
What's the point in being here if
we don't fit in
This house takes
every dollar I spend
Even with a life of luxury were
suffering