Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet
Don’t want to play where the playboys play
Don’t want to live in a penthouse suite
Talk like “je suis enchante dear”
Don’t want to play those games of luxury
It’s not my style, it’s not my style

Don’t want to live on caviar
Don’t want to be in the gossip pages
Don’t want to ride in a big black car
Don’t want to chase in the fashion crazes
It’s not my style, it’s not my style

Don’t want to dance with the disco queens
Live the life of a night machine
Go places that I should be seen around — oooh
Don’t want to live in the cocktail bars
Talking to the young hussars
Showing me clips from their VTR’s
Telling me why they should be stars

Don’t want to go where the poseurs pose
Don’t want to be where they congregate
Don’t want to shove stuff up my nose
Don’t want a private number plate
Don’t want to play those games of luxury
It’s not my style, it’s not my style

Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet
Don’t want to live on easy street
Don’t want to play where the playboys play
Over the hills and far away
Don’t want to live on caviar
Don’t want to ride in a big black car
Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet
Don’t want to go where the rich boys meet