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