Everyday I see you wearing things, that have never been worn before, While your children at the government schools send money for the poor. And all you buy you bargained for, With your little mind, So that from your silks down to your palimony You're tre tre elegance. (Chorus) So it's the back beach in the summer, The chalet for the snow You poor You got really no place to go (verse) Inside the empty castle Your lonely heart will dwell The life that she's been losing Like some stoney bagged motel The loving that you never found don't know the reason why You poor Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci mama Don't you cry From