Down in Suburbia

Lyrics

[Verse 1] All they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia All  they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia Everybody  brags about The way they done somebody out Of money they have cleverly invested Everyone  is making friends With  other people just like them And anyone who's different is detested [Bridge] I  come home, and I lay me down (Suburbia) I get a call to come downtown (Suburbia) And go my brother's bail, he's been arrested (Suburbia, Suburbia) For smilin' (Ah) And  all they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia [Verse 2] Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia, ha! Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia Mr. Brown wears herringbone When stepping out with Mrs. Jones To keep the local gossip hounds from staring And Mr. Wilson combs his hair To carry on his big affair With Mrs. Smith, who by the way, never dresses daring [Bridge] No one stabs his neighbor's back (Suburbia) Or welches on his income tax (Suburbia) Without sincere concern that he is wearing (Suburbia, Suburbia) The proper styling (Ah) And nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia [Verse 3] Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia, ha! Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia Everybody has a list Of negroes, Jews and communists And checks it off before their daughter marries Ginsberg is a socialist He can't write poems like Edgar Guest And Henry Miller's not in their library (Too bad) [Bridge] You disagree, they're gonna knock you flat (Suburbia) 'Cause Reader's Digest tells them that (Suburbia) Their life's a bowl of maraschino cherries (Suburbia, Suburbia) Though bills are piling (Ah) [Outro] Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia And nobody every dresses sloppy in Suburbia And all they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia Suh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh-uh, bur-bee-ah