Yuppies

They're thirty-nine years old
 They're worth their weight in gold
 They work in busy offices I hope to God will fold
 They hated Vietnam
 They love the neutron bomb
 And they're your next door neighbors and your father and your mom
 They're the yuppies
 Yup yup yup
 They were hippies
 But they grew up
 They love money
 Do re mi
 They're the Class of '63
 You know what else?
 They swing to the right
 They live in Jackson Heights
 They watch "St. Elsewhere," "Hill Street Blues," and "Dynasty" at night
 But when the workday's done
 They want to have some fun
 So they go out to discos and pretend they're twenty-one
 But they're not!
 They're the yuppies
 Yup yup yup
 They were hippies
 But they grew up
 They love money
 Do re mi
 They're the Class of '63
 Yup yup yup
 Yup yup yup
 Yup yup yup
 Yup yup yup
 I tell you
 They're an ugly lot
 Who think they're pretty hot
 They know exactly where they were when Kennedy was shot
 But when they hit the skids
 They really flip their lids
 They sink a few martinis and go home and beat the kids
 They're the yuppies
 Yup yup yup
 They were hippies
 But they grew up
 They love money
 Do re mi
 They're the Class of '63
 Fuck them!