2006

You were born - in a clinic;

You grew up spoiled and you learned to be a cynic;

You wanna run away - to Serbia;

And say goodbye to Su-bur-bi-a....

You drink a little - you smoke a lot;

You think you're really quite a gangsta but you're not;

You're over-educated, middle-class, and white;

Never gonna be a pimp - but that's all right--

'Cause it's home, the only life you've ever known;

And you belong just where you are ---

Suburbia!

You gotta leave - and get a job;

Your Mom and Dad ain't gonna take care of no slob;

Buy a house, mow the lawn, and fix the drain,

Raise your children on Wisteria Lane...

But then again - maybe not -

Sell your house and tour the World in a yacht;

Have adventures from Shanghai to Shangri-la;

And then retire to Su-bur-bi-a....

'Cause it's home, the only life you've ever known;

You despise it 'cause it's boring, but every morning --

it's still your home!