Vacation and barbecue
Smart 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
You can't stand
another single day
I gotta get away
Talking s*** about
the neighbour's 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
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
How's it all go
in a grey shiny car
things just to prove
you've gone far
Soda streamer
watching TV
cute little dog
Perfect in your
shallow Bourgeois
Shangri-La
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
oooh
Oooh yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah...
I, I oh
I gotta get away
gotta get away
I gotta, I gotta
I get away
Ooooh na na na
mmm
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
La la la la la la la la
away way way
way way
ahhhh
La la la la la la la la
ahhhhh
And I've
gotta get away