Rich boy, silly quick Park life, picnic Shit tight, no slack Grab a glass of cognac Pictures from my Kodak I keep 'em in my backpack Never eat a Big Mac Unless you want a heart attack You don't possibly know what it's like to be me It's true It's true But it's not your fault Not your fault Not your fault, buddy Is it wrong, is it real? Do you really not know how I feel? Would it help if I told ya? I'm really, really glad that I know ya Rich boy, silly quick Park life, picnic Shit tight, no slack Grab a glass of cognac Pictures from my Kodak I don't possibly know what it's like to be you It's true It's true But it's not my fault Not my fault Not my fault, honey Any way the wind blows I don't want to go, if it means not spending any time with you No, I don't want to go, if it means not spending any time with you Is it wrong, is it real? Do you really not know how I feel? Would it help if I told ya? I'm really, really glad that I know ya Never slip, never fall When I pull up, imma ball Wonder if you're gonna call Never slip, never fall When I pull up, imma ball Wonder if you're gonna call Pictures from my Kodak