| As I went out one evenin' down Columbus Avenue
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| All the sushi bars were shuttered, dark cantinas too
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| And I stood there in the darkness, as an empty cab rolled by
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| Then all at once I heard the sound of yuppies in the sky
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| Then the herd came down Columbus, for as far as I could see
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| All the men were wearing Polo, and the women wore Esprit
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| Each yuppie had a walk-man and as each one passed me by
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| I saw their sad expressions and I heard their mournful cry
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| Condos for sale, condos to buy, yuppies in the sky
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| Each one was wearing running shoes upon the ghostly deck
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| And each one had a cotton sweater wrapped around the neck
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| They all held out their credit cards and tried in vain to buy
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| But not a store was open to the yuppies in the sky
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| (The yuppie-i-o)
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| I’ve seen them in commercials sailin' boats and playin' ball
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| Pourin' beer for one another cryin', «Why not have it all?»
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| Now I saw the ghostly progress as the winds around me blew
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| Till I, I felt the urge to purchase a BMW
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| All the salad bars were empty, all the Quiche Lorraine was gone
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| I heard the yuppies crying as they vanished in the dawn
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| Calling brand names to each other, as they faded from my view
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| They’ll be networking forever down Columbus Avenue
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| (Move those mini-vans out!) |