Suburbia lyrics

Oh well remember the guy who was a football star
He had it made with the ladies, but he never got far
Five years past, now he's gotten kind of fat
Working eight days a week at a Laundromat
With his momma and his daddy breathing down his neck
About everything he does so much it makes him sick
So he sits home alone, with the game on TV
As the crowd goes wild he says, "That coulda been me!"

Just another day in suburbia
It's a beautiful day in suburbia!
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you thought it would be?

Remember playing games at the rich kid's home?
His dad owned a bank, while his mom was alone
Everyday with the mailman, the trash man, lawn guy
Kid didn't look a damn thing like his dad (I knew why)
He grew up got a job making eighty grand a year
Had a wife and kid all the guys called a queer
But his dad never knew, he was too blind to see
He said "Guess it kinda ran in the family!"

Just another day in suburbia
It's a beautiful day in suburbia
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you thought it would be?