Woops I've got a lot of money

To quote the Blur song of the same name:

'City dweller, Successful fella (ok I can live with that)
Thought to himself:
oops, Ive got a lot of money (my normal thought is 'oops, I've SPENT all my money)
Caught in a rat race
Terminally (my rat race nowadays is likely to involve ACTUAL rats than commuting)
Im a professional cynic (bingo!)
But my hearts not in it
Im paying the price of living life at the limit (in my dictionary, limit=going out both nights of the weekend...does that count?)
Caught up in the centurys anxiety (I'm always anxious, so the century's got nothing to do with it, just my natural paranoia and neurosese)