Rockin' the Suburbs is a song that appears in Over the Hedge. It is sung by Ben Folds.
Lyrics[]
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Watching Idol on a Friday night
In a house built safe and sound
On Indian burial grounds
Sham on
We drive our cars every day
To and from work both ways
So we make just enough to pay
To drive our cars to work each day
Hey, hey
We're rockin' the suburbs
Around the block just one more time
We're rockin' the suburbs
'Cause I can't tell which house is mine
We're rockin' the suburbs
We part the shades and face the facts
They've got better-lookin' fescue
Right across the cul-de-sac
Hot real-estate rising stars
Get-rich-quick seminars
Soap opera magazines
40,000 watt nativity scenes
Don't freak about the smoke alarm
Mom left the TV dinner on
We're rockin' the suburbs
From Family Feuds to Chevy Chase
We're rockin' the suburbs
Numb the muscles in our face
We're rockin' the suburbs
We feed the dog and mow the lawn
Watching Mommy bounce the checks
While Daddy juggles credit cards
We're rockin' the suburbs
Everything we need is here
We're rockin' the suburbs
But it wasn't here last year
We're rockin' the suburbs
You'll never know when we are gone
Because the time lights the front
And turns the cricket noises on each night
Yeah, yeah
We're rockin' the suburbs
Yeah, yeah
We're rockin' the suburbs, yeah
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Watching Idol on a Friday night
In a house built safe and sound
On Indian burial grounds
Sham on
We drive our cars every day
To and from work both ways
So we make just enough to pay
To drive our cars to work each day
Hey, hey
We're rockin' the suburbs
Around the block just one more time
We're rockin' the suburbs
'Cause I can't tell which house is mine
We're rockin' the suburbs
We part the shades and face the facts
They've got better-lookin' fescue
Right across the cul-de-sac
Hot real-estate rising stars
Get-rich-quick seminars
Soap opera magazines
Forty-thousand-watt nativity scenes
Don't freak about the smoke alarm
Mom left the TV dinner on
We're rockin' the suburbs
From Family Feuds to Chevy Chase
We're rockin' the suburbs
Numb the muscles in our face
We're rockin' the suburbs
We feed the dog and mow the lawn
Watching Mommy bounce the checks
While Daddy juggles credit cards
William Shatner:
Hi! Sorry to bother you. The name's Bill; I live just across the street. Yeah, that's right just over there - no, no. Not that house, The one next to it with the extra flower bed?
Oh, and here's all your papers from the last few days. They were just piling up on the driveway where the whole neighbourhood could see them. Not that that's a problem, of course, but that and the grass being a little overgrown might give someone the impression you were out of town, and you wouldn't want that! I've got to be going shortly to a little class I've been attending I just... Er, no no no no, not pottery or anything like that... it's, uh, an anger management class actually. And speaking of that very class they've been advising I find some common ground with people before you confront them to avoid becoming violent, y'know? Well, actually, we do have a few things in common. Here - could you take these papers? They're getting my suit wet. And, as I was saying, we do live on the same cul-de-sac; that's common ground. And I believe we actually have the same house plan, except the reverse. Your garage is on the left and mine's on the - No! It wasn't me that dialed 911 at 6:31 p.m. Wednesday about your son's noisy rock band. Anyway, it's about your dog, and of course about our garbage, and some of the neighbours' garbage cans... No, I'm sorry, it IS your dog who's been strewing garbage around the block, and I have digital evidence - complete with red-eye reduction - which I will email to you to prove that it is, in fact, your dog. Now, I have to warn you that I have a black-belt in karate too, and I certainly don't mind using it if necessary. No, not on you ma'am. On your stinking dog!
We're rockin' the suburbs
Everything we need is here
We're rockin' the suburbs
But it wasn't here last year
We're rockin' the suburbs
You'll never know when we are gone
Because the timer lights the pond
And turns the cricket noises on
Each night
Yeah, yeah
We're rockin' the suburbs
Yeah, yeah
We're rockin' the suburbs
(WARNING! This song isn't family friendly and extremely sarcasm and satire, it has profanity, but the mild, moderate and severe language censored)
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It's a b***h, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD
(Sha-mon)
I got s**t runnin' through my brain
It's so intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white-boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my s**tty tracks
I'm p****d off but I'm too polite
When people break in the McDonald's line
Mom and Dad you made me so uptight
I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight
I don't know how much I can take
Girl, give me something I can break
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Quiet Riot did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that they were talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my s**tty tracks
In a haze these days
I pull up to the stop light
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate
And bass
Sendin' dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great great great great granddad
Made someone's great great great great granddaddies slaves
It wasn't my idea
It wasn't my idea
Never was my idea
I just drove to the store
For some Preparation-H
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white (4x)
It gets me real p****d off, it makes me wanna say
F**k!
Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the cheques and face the facts
That some producer with computers fixes all my s**tty tracks
These days
Yeah yeah
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Yeah yeah
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Yeah yeah
You'd better look out, because I'm gonna say "F**k" (4x)
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