Vacation and barbecue 
Smart talking and nothing to do 
Keep you locked in a shopping cart 
A Bourgeois Shangri-La 
 
I Got a feeling that I don't belong 
Got a feeling that I shouldn't be here 
Can't stand another single day 
I gotta get away 
 
Talking shit about the neighbor wife 
But when she comes you put on a big smile 
Like to throw up in her Gucci Bag 
She's coming in to brag 
 
I gotta 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 gray shiny car 
Things just you prove you go far 
So the streamer watching TV cute little dog 
Perfect in your shallow Bourgeois Shangri-La 
 
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 
Ohh 
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