Vacation and barbecue
Small talking and nothing to do
You keep it locked in a shopping cart
A bourgeois shangri-la
I got a feeling that I don't belong
Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here
You can't stand another single day
I gotta get away
Talking shit about the neighbor's wife
But when she comes you put on a big smile
Like to throw up in a Gucci bag
She's coming here to brag
I got a feeling that I don't belong
Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
Gotta get away
A house and a boat and a great shiny car
Things just to prove you'll go far
Soda streamer, widescreen TV, cute little dog
Perfect in your shallow bourgeois
Shangri-la, ahh
I got a feeling that I don't belong
I got a feeling that I shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
I gotta get away, ohh!
Ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I-I, oh, I gotta get away (gotta get away)
I gotta, I gotta, I get away, oooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
La la la la la, la la la la
Go away, away, away, away, away, ahh!
La la la la la, ahh!
I gotta get away
