Let me tell y'all what it's like
Watchin' idol on a Friday night
In a house built safe and sound
On Indian burial ground
Sham on
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We drive our cars every day
To and from work both ways
So we make just enough to pay
To drive our cars to work each day, hey-ey
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We're rockin' the suburbs
Around the block just one more time
We're rockin' the suburbs
'Cause I can't tell which house is mine
We're rockin' the suburbs
We part the shades and face facts
They got better lookin' fescue
Right across the cul-de-sac
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Hotwheels take risin' stars
Get rich quick seminars
Soap opera magazines
40 thousand watt nativity scenes
Don't freak about the smoke alarm
Mom left the TV dinner on
Yet we're rockin' the suburbs
From "Family Feud" to Chevy Chase
We're rockin' the suburbs
We numb the muscles in our face
We're rockin' the suburbs
Feed the dog and mow the lawn
Watchin' mommy balance the checks
While daddy juggles credit cards
Hi, sorry to bother you
The name's Bill
I live just across the street
Yeah, that's right over there
No, no, not that house
The one next to it with the extra flower bed
Oh, and here's all your papers from the last few days
They were just piling up on the driveway
Where the whole neighborhood could see them
Not that, that's a problem of course
But that and the grass being a little overgrown
Might give someone the impression that you were out of town
And you wouldn't want that
I've got to be going shortly to a little class I've been attending I just
No, no, no, no, not pottery or anything like that it's uh...
An anger management class actually
And speaking of that very class
They've been emphasising finding some common ground
With people before you confront them
To avoid becoming violent, you know?
Well, actually, we do have a few things in common
Here could you take these papers
They're getting my suit wet
And as I was say
We do live on the same cul-de-sac
That's common ground
And I believe we actually have the same house plan
Except the reverse, your garage is on the left and mine's on the...
No, it wasn't me that dialled 911 at 6:31p.m, Wednesday
About your son's noisy rock band
Anyway, it's about your dog
And of course about our garbage
And the neighbor's garbage can
No, I'm sorry; it is your dog
Who's been strewing garbage around the block
And I have digital evidence complete with red eye reduction
Which I will e-mail to you to prove that it is in fact your dog
Now I have to warn you that I have a black belt in in karate too
And I'm certainly don't mind using it if necessary
No, not on you man, on your stinking dog
We're rockin' the suburbs
Everything we need is here
We're rockin' the suburbs
But it wasn't here last year
We're rockin' the suburbs
You'll never know when we are gone
Because the timer lights come on
And turn the cricket noises on each night
Yeah, yeah, we're rockin' the suburbs
Yeah, yeah, we're rockin' the suburbs