Making the Nouveau Riche

You say I have to get a real life
 But I'm not sure how that in making someone or other rich
 Is any more real than making a niche for yourself
 I'm without a zack, a truth
 A coin, a kopeck or an elusive brass razoo
 But my dear rationalist
 Don't dream I couldn't care
 I too grow quickly bored of the clothes I wear
 So maybe I should go and get a real life
 Real like cutting a fine figure
 Or scraping a deposit together
 For if, heaven forbid
 Just suppose I cannot live on taxes and goodwill forever
 But how is it that the problem just doesn't seem to press
 While my fingers are themselves pressing hard against the neck?
 I was sure that I suffered and worked as hard as anyone I knew
 Well it seems I haven't
 I better damn well fix it and make it look every inch as though I do
 But still I'll have to go and get a real life
 And I've no doubt that it will happen
 Maybe I've put it off for too long now
 Gonna see if I can't get something better than a
 Maybe I'm amidst of a real life