Bourgeois Shangri-La lyrics

Vacation and barbecue

Smart talking
and nothing to do

You keep it locked
in a shopping cart
a Bourgeois Shangri-La

Got a feeling
that I don't belong
Got a feeling that
I shouldn't be here

You can't stand
another single day
I gotta get away

Talking s*** about
the neighbour's wife
but when she comes
you put on a big smile

Like a throw up
in a Gucci Bag
she's coming in
to brag

I got a feeling that
I don't belong
got a feeling that
I shouldn't be here

Can't stand another
single day
gotta get away

How's it all go
in a grey shiny car
things just to prove
you've gone far

Soda streamer
watching TV
cute little dog

Perfect in your
shallow Bourgeois
Shangri-La

I got a feeling
that I don't belong
I got a feeling that
I shouldn't be here

Can't stand another
single day
I gotta get away
oooh

Oooh yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah...
I, I oh

I gotta get away
gotta get away
I gotta, I gotta
I get away

Ooooh na na na
mmm
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah

La la la la la la la la
away way way
way way
ahhhh

La la la la la la la la
ahhhhh

And I've
gotta get away