The Great Suburban Showdown

Flyin' east on a plane

Drinkin' all that free champagne

I guess I saw this comin' down the line

And I know it should be fun

But I think I should've 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 and the neighbors there

Out in the yard

Where my Daddy worked so hard

He never lets the crab grass grow too high

Oh, the place hasn't changed

And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange

But I'll 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 and the neighbors there

Drive into town

When this big bird touches down

I'm only comin' 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