Camp Hofmann

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bubble, bubble straight to my head The richer, the drier, I believe in the liar Bringin' trouble, trouble back to my bed Where nobody can save me 'Cause the smoke is my baby, baby [Pre-Chorus] Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, there's nothing you can do or say [Chorus] I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through [Verse 2] Wire, wire over my head Mama, she told me, "Keep your eyes on the trophy" And the sires, sires outta your bed For delirious gestures are so easily misread [Pre-Chorus] Mama, I got your wild-eyed taste Mama, there's nothing you can do or say [Chorus] I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through I got the rich kids blues And it got nothing to do with you I got the rich kids blues And I'm not sure that I'm pulling through [Outro] Mama, I got the rich kids blues Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways Mama, I got the rich kids blues