Don’t have no penthouse in dallas
No beach house in Malibu
Guess I’m not livin’ the good life
Like we’re all supposed to do
All I got’s this little trailer
In the corner of my fancy sandy lot
And I’m getting really tired
Of hearing who I oughta be
Hearing who I’m not
Gotta get away, gotta get away
I don’t want to feel like this
Want to be like this
Take what we can and run away
Gotta get away gotta get away yea…
They tell you you’re too skinny
Tellin’ you you’re too fat
Say you gotta have this thing, say you gotta buy that
Been drinking too much coffee
Drinking way too much beer
Sittin’ on this old couch watching free tv
Tryin’ to find a way now to break on out of here
Gotta get away, gotta get away
I don’t want to feel like this
Want to be like this
Take what we can and run away
Gotta get away gotta get away yea…
Thumbs up, thumbs down
That’s the rule that we’re livin’ by now
One day you’re in, the next day you’re not
One day you’re cold, the next year you’re hot
Gotta be sexy gotta come in first
Read it in the magazines, it’s only getting worse
