Lyrics:

Vacation and barbecue
Small talking and nothing to do
You keep it locked in a shopping cart
A bourgeois shangri-La

Got a feeling that I dont belong
Got a feeling that I shouldnt be here
Cant stand another single day
I gotta get away
Ohhh&.

Talking shit about the neighbor's wife
But when she comes you put on a big smile
Like to throw up in a Gucci bag
Shes coming here to brag

Got a feeling that I dont belong
Got a feeling that I shouldnt be here
Cant stand another single day
Gotta get away
Ohhh&.

A house and a boat and a great shiny car
Things just to prove you'll go far
Soda streamer, widescreen TV, cute little dog
Perfect in your shallow bourgeois

(Shangri-La.....)

Got a feeling that I dont belong
I got a feeling that I shouldnt be here
Cant stand another single day
I gotta get away
Ohhh&.
Ohhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&..
I, I, I gotta get away&.
Gotta get away&.
I gotta I gotta I get away&.
Oooo oooo oooo&..
Mmmm mmm mmm&..
Yeah yeah yeah&.
La la la&.
Away way way&..
Ahhh&.
La la la&.
Ahhh&.
Gotta get away.