The rich spend

(Verse 1)

Diamond-studded dog collars, a yacht for their yacht

Solid gold toilet seats, 'cause regular's what they're not

Helicopter commutes, over traffic so slow

While the rest of us are scraping by, just trying to make dough

(Chorus)

Oh, the rich and their toys, a comical sight

Spending fortunes on whims, day and through the night

A private jet for the dog, a mansion for the cat

Living in a different world, where common sense is flat

(Verse 2)

Art that looks like a toddler's mess, bought for millions, it's true

Vintage wine they can't pronounce, just to impress me and you

Space tourism for kicks, while Earth's problems ignite

Ignoring the real world, blinded by their own light