Well, you went uptown, ridin' in your limousine
with your fine Park Avenue clothes.
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand
and the spoon up your nose.
Ooh, and when you wake up in the Morning
with your head on fire
and your eyes too bloody to see...
Go on and cry in your coffee,
but don't come bitchin' to me.
Because you had to be a Big Shot,
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