I feel so sorry for the snob
Who thinks he's the best of the mob
When the best's often quite unseen
Someone that he might just demean
First there's the intellectual snob
Whose arrogance himself does rob
He's blinded by ability
And lacking in humility
And then there is the wealthy snob
Who lives at ease while others sob
A life with fake friends who will leave
If he goes broke; he's so naive
And last there is the status snob
Who can't see past the world's snow job
Royalty and Hollywood fake
Are roads to personal heartache
Humility is the best way
For we'll all face the judgment day
Just like the grass we'll soon be gone
And snobbery is just a con
