Don’t have no penthouse in dallas No beach house in Malibu Guess I’m not livin’ the good life Like we’re all supposed to do All I got’s this little trailer In the corner of my fancy sandy lot And I’m getting really tired Of hearing who I oughta be Hearing who I’m not
Gotta get away, gotta get away I don’t want to feel like this Want to be like this Take what we can and run away Gotta get away gotta get away yea…
They tell you you’re too skinny Tellin’ you you’re too fat Say you gotta have this thing, say you gotta buy that Been drinking too much coffee Drinking way too much beer Sittin’ on this old couch watching free tv Tryin’ to find a way now to break on out of here
Gotta get away, gotta get away I don’t want to feel like this Want to be like this Take what we can and run away Gotta get away gotta get away yea…
Thumbs up, thumbs down That’s the rule that we’re livin’ by now One day you’re in, the next day you’re not One day you’re cold, the next year you’re hot Gotta be sexy gotta come in first Read it in the magazines, it’s only getting worse