I'm in the ring, trying to sing Bout a town that spit me out I guess that I, should've seen it coming Should've taken a different route The things you own, the new car loan Are the only things that matter here You're so bizarre, playing your guitar We'll I guess they'll just call you a queer So come with us, let's pack up and get outta this town, come on now The suburban dream is way too clean for me, yes it is now Hey yoga pants, do you wanna dance With a nerdy-a** kid like me No college football plans, probably gonna go and start A band with my friends for free But I know you, little jersey chaser With your eye on that other guy So we packed up the van, me and my clan Gonna hit the road for a little ride So come with us, let's pack up and get outta this town, come on now The suburban dream is way too clean for me, yes it is now Another sold-out show, I think I know The old lady across the room It's me she said, she told me we were friends But she looked like a witch with a broom She said hey lets get outta here I'll turn that frown upside down Said I'm sorry honey, gotta make some money Tomorrow in the next town So come with us, let's pack up and get outta this town, come on now The suburban dream is way too clean for me, yes it is now