Philadelphia

You're an elitist bitch
And you don't know shit
And your Philadelphia debutants are into it
I know, you've got a ways to grow

You're a high class snob
With a fancy job
And you're looking down on an ordinary slob
Oh I know how the garden grows

Whoa, society hill
Looking down gives you a thrill
Whoa, society hill
But you're still
Stuck in Philadelphia

You do a wardrobe change
And you're quite deranged
When you walk in a room
You think everyone should know your name
You're insane

You're a stupid bore
And you dress like a whore
And you always got lots of money to spend
With the phoney friends

Whoa, society hill
Looking down gives you a thrill
Whoa, society hill
But you're still
Stuck in Philadelphia

One would think with all your sophistication
You'd be able to get outta Philadelphia
One would think with that fancy education
You'd be able to break outta Philadelphia