Great Suburban Showdown

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. ’Till that great suburban showdown in the sky (fade)