Lyrics: 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 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 with the neighbors there

Out in the yard where my Daddy worked so hard
He never lets the crabgrass grow too high
Oh, the place hasn't changed
And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange
But I 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 with the neighbors there

We'll 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
Til that great suburban showdown in the sky
Til that great suburban showdown in the sky