Not exactly in the lap of luxury You were not quite of blue blood But you know you went to bed With a belly full of supper You were safe as a bug in a rug You were swaddled and jolly molly coddled Like a dolly and you mommy maybe gave a little shrug When you threw a temper tantrum For another piece of something That other kids only dream of Baby face baby face Looking for a season in hell Baby face baby face I hope you learn your lesson well Now you've chosen poverty You did it for the sake fo being hip Begging for a dollar Never doubting for a moment Your bohemian indignence And you wonder why the folks In your run down neighborhood Don't recognize you as a kindred soul 'Cause they know you gotta a bed In a sunny sub-division Anytime you wanna run home