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