Vacation and barbecue Smart talking and nothing to do Keep you 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
Talking s*** about the neighbor wife But when she comes you put on a big smile Like a throw up in a Gucci Bag She’s coming in 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
How’s it all go in a gray shiny car Things just you prove you go far So the streamer watching 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.