There's nothing wrong with Capitalism
  There's nothing wrong with free enterprise
  Don't try to make me feel guilty
  I'm so tired of hearing you cry
  
  There's nothing wrong with making some profit
  If you ask me I'll say it's just fine
  There's nothing wrong with wanting to live nice
  I'm so tired of hearing you whine
  About the revolution
  Bringin' down the rich
  When was the last time you dug a ditch, baby!
  
  If it ain't one thing
  Then it's the other
  Any cause that crosses your path
  Your heart bleeds for anyone's brother
  I've got to tell you you're a pain in the ass
  
  You criticize with plenty of vigor
  You rationalize everything that you do
  With catchy phrases and heavy quotations
  And everybody is crazy but you
  
  You're just a middle class, socialist brat
  From a suburban family and you never really had to work
  And you tell me that we've got to get back
  To the struggling masses (whoever they are)
  You talk, talk, talk about suffering and pain
  Your mouth is bigger than your entire brain
  What the hell do you know about suffering and pain . . .
  
  (Repeat first verse)
  
  (Repeat chorus)
  
  There's nothing wrong with Capitalism