(as with all James Reyne songs, I apologise if I didn't get the lyrics right!!)     :)  
Finger picked in a simple arpeggio is better that strumming this one. 
Intro:    
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) 
Antiques flown in from Venice  
Fill your house upon the hill 
While your money sold the soul of rock'n roll 
For some cheap disco thrill. 
I've seen your peers pouting over beers 
The loneliness it shows 
Mistaking tacky sex for sensuality  
Bought in Toorak Road. 
(Chorus) 
So it's the back beach in the summer, 
The chalet for the snow 
You poor Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci mama  
You got really no place to go 
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 
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be gentle with me, this was my first submission.