Everyday I see you wearing things 
That have never been worn before 
While the children out in government schools 
Send money for the poor 
And all you buy you bargined for 
With your little man 
So that from your silks down to your paramour 
Your tres tres paragon 
Chorus ~ 
So it's a back beach in the summer 
The chalet for the snow 
You poor Hoochie Gucci Fiorucci Mama 
You've got really no place to go 
Antiques flown in from Venice 
Fill your house upon the hill 
While your money sold the soul of rock and roll 
For some cheap disco thrill 
I've seen your peers pouting over beers 
The loneliness it showed 
Mistaking tacky sex for sensuality 
They bought in Toorak Road 
Repeat Chorus  
Inside her empty castle 
Her lonely heart will dwell 
The life that she's been losing's 
Like some stony bagatelle 
The loving that you never found 
Don't know the reason why 
Ooh Hoochie Gucci Fiorucci Mama 
   Don't you cry