Flyin east on a plane, drinkin all that free champagne
Guess I saw this comin down the line...
And I know it should be fun, but I think I should have packed my gun,
Got that old suburban showdown in my mind.
Sit around with the folks, tell the same old tired jokes
Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
Mom and Dad, me and you, and the outdoor barbecue
Think I m gonna hide out in my room
I ve been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
and they say you can t go home anymore
Well the streets all look the same, and I ll have to play the game
We ll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
with the tv on with the neighbors there
Out in the yard where my Daddy worked so hard
He never lets the crabgrass grow too high
Oh the place hasn t changed and that s why I m gonna feel so strange,
but I have to face the music, bye and bye...
I ve been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
and they say you can t go home anymore
Well the streets all look the same, and I ll have to play the game
We ll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
with the tv on with the neighbors there
We ll drive into town, when this big-bird touches down
I m only coming home to say goodbye,
Then I m gone with the wind, and I won t be seen again
till that great suburban showdown in the sky.
âTill that great suburban showdown in the sky
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