Down in Suburbia

All they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia

All they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia

Everybody brags about

The way they done somebody out

Of money they have cleverly invested

Everyone is making friends

With other people just like them

And anyone who's different is detested

I come home and I lay me down (Suburbia)

I get a call to come downtown (Suburbia)

And go my brother's bail, he's been arrested (Suburbia, Suburbia)

For smilin' (Ahh)

And they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia

Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia, ha!

Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia

Mr. Brown wears herringbone

When stepping out with Mrs. Jones

To keep the local gossip hounds from staring

And Mr. Wilson combs his hair

To carry on his big affair

With Mrs. Smith, who by the way, never dresses daring

No one stabs his neighbor's back (Suburbia)

Or welches on his income tax (Suburbia)

Without sincere concern that he is wearing (Suburbia, Suburbia)

Proper styling (Ahh)

And nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia

Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia, ha!

Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia

Everybody has a list

Of Negroes, Jews and communists

And checks it off before their daughter marries

Ginsberg is a socialist

He can't write poems like Edgar Guest

And Henry Miller's not in their library (too bad)

You disagree, they gonna knock you flat (Suburbia)

'Cause Reader's Digest tells them that (Suburbia)

Their life is a bowl of maraschino cherries (Suburbia, Suburbia)

Though bills are piling (Ahh)

Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia

And nobody every dresses sloppy in Suburbia

And all they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia

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