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Vacation and barbecue
Small talking and nothing to do
You keep it locked in a shopping cart
A bourgeois shangri-La
Got a feeling that I don't belong
Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here
Can't stand another single day
I gotta get away
Ohhh….
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
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
Ohhh….
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.....)
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
Ohhh….
Ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah…..
I, I, I gotta get away….
Gotta get away….
I gotta I gotta I get away….
Oooo oooo oooo…..
Mmmm mmm mmm…..
Yeah yeah yeah….
La la la….
Away way way…..
Ahhh….
La la la….
Ahhh….
Gotta get away.
