Prep Rap preppy dappy dippy, the dip slip slop
I can't stop rapping to the uptown, downtown, crosstown cookies
Like they boogie to the preppy rap sound

Well what you hear is not a joke
I can do the rap thing too
I can say of lot of nothing words
As some other guys like to do
I live on the upper east side
In a townhouse with a staff
I got a live in-maid, a butler and valet
Who lays out my clothes, draws a bath
My girlfriend is a spiffy little Cliffie
And her name is Biffy MacAdoo
Her father’s very wealthy
He owns Vermont and a chunk of New Hampshire too
I wear alligator shirts, she wears A-line skirts
And a circle pin on her lapel
And on our feet we got Sperry Top-Siders
Because they're classy and they look real swell

Hear me talking now, Sasson, Jordache
We don't wear designer jeans
While they fit rather well, they look like hell
We get khakis from L.L. Bean’s
And on summer vacation we go to Nantucket
Were we sail or we fish in the sea
When it snows we grab warm clothes
And go off to Colorado to ski

Hear me say
I got a B.A., M.A., PhD
I'm a Phi Beta Kappa and a Summa Cum Laude
Dissertation on Thackeray
I'm the first athlete to go through Harvard
On a scholarship of playing bridge
I'm a Grand Slam man, and I don't give a damn
If I'm stuck with a one club bid
Speaking of school, I'm nobody's fool
I minored in Philosophy
"L’enfer c’est les autres," said Jean-Paul Sartre
And brother I do agree
Get away!

Now Biffy's got a sister, her name is Libby and she’s studying acting at Yale
During bright summer days, Libby'd sit in the shade
'Cause she says, "I'd rather be pale"
Yes, Libby’s is great, and make no mistake, she lives up to the name MacAdoo
She wears navy espadrilles, matching belt-little whales-
And the occasional spray of Jontue
Libby's got a boyfriend, his name is James
Of etiquette James is bereft
He seems confused about which fork to use
Or that port is always passed to the left
Now James is quite a guy, you know the reason why?
He's a specialist at fixing foreign cars
He fixed Mr. MacAdoo's old BMW by adjusting the anti-sway bars
Now I don't have a Lincoln Continental or a sun-roof Cadillac
But I do have a little Maserati which gets me to the office and back
Take it Biffy!

Now Biffy and I we met one summer, studying music at the Sorbonne
We'd spend our days in Left Bank cafes
Or strolling through the Jeu de Paume
Ah, yes it was love, like hand in glove, cause we're both into music, you see
She likes the heavy Germans like Bruckner and Mahler
I tend to prefer Satie
Yes, we get along fine, we like fine wine, Chateau-Figeac or Margaux
Or a jeroboam of Dom Perignon to wash down the escargot

Here me talkin' now -
S.N.O.B. - you think I'm a spoiled brat?
Well I just made this whole thing up
Now what do you think of that?