Ben Folds - Rockin' the Suburbs (Over the Hedge Version) (feat. William Shatner) lyrics

Let me tell y'all what it's like Watching Idol on a Friday night In a house built safe and sound On Indian burial grounds Sham on We drive our cars everyday To and from work both ways So we make just enough to pay To drive our cars to work each day Hey, hey We're rockin' the suburbs Around the block just one more time We're rockin' the suburbs 'Cause I can't tell which house is mine We're rockin' the suburbs We part the shades and face the facts They've got better-lookin' fescue Right across the cul-de-sac Hot real-estate rising stars Get-rich-quick seminars Soap opera magazines Forty-thousand-watt nativity scenes Don't freak about the smoke alarm Mom left the TV dinner on We're rockin' the suburbs From Family Feuds to Chevy Chase We're rockin' the suburbs Numb the muscles in our face We're rockin' the suburbs We feed the dog and mow the lawn Watching Mommy bounce the checks While Daddy juggles credit cards [William Shatner as your suburban neighbor] "Hi! Sorry to bother you. The name's Bill; I live just across the street. Yeah, that's right just over there - no, no. Not that house, The one next to it with the extra flower bed? Oh, and here's all your papers from the last few days. They were just piling up on the driveway where the whole neighbourhood could see them. Not that that's a problem, of course, but that and the gra** being a little overgrown might give someone the impression you were out of town, and you wouldn't want that! I've got to be going shortly to a little cla** I've been attending I just... Er, no no no no, not pottery or anything like that... it's, uh, an anger management cla** actually. And speaking of that very cla** they've been advising I find some common ground with people before you confront them to avoid becoming violent, y'know? Well, actually, we do have a few things in common. Here - could you take these papers? They're getting my suit wet. And, as I was saying, we do live on the same cul-de-sac; that's common ground. And I believe we actually have the same house plan, except the reverse. Your garage is on the left and mine's on the - No! It wasn't me that dialed 911 at 6:31 p.m. Wednesday about your son's noisy rock band. Anyway, it's about your dog, and of course about our garbage, and some of the neighbours' garbage cans... No, I'm sorry, it IS your dog who's been strewing garbage around the block, and I have digital evidence - complete with red-eye reduction - which I will email to you to prove that it is, in fact, your dog. Now, I have to warn you that I have a black-belt in karate too, and I certainly don't mind using it if necessary. No, not on you ma'am. on your stinking dog!" We're rockin' the suburbs Everything we need is here We're rockin' the suburbs But it wasn't here last year We're rockin' the suburbs You'll never know when we are gone Because the timer lights the front And turns the cricket noises on Each night Yeah, yeah We're rockin' the suburbs Yeah, yeah We're rockin' the suburbs