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 a little trailer   In the corner of this fancy sandy lot   And I'm getting really tired   Of hearing who I oughta be and hearing who I'm not      And I gotta get away, gotta get away   I don't want to be like this   Want to feel like this   Take what we can and run away   Gotta get away, gotta get away   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      They tell you, you're too skinny   Tellin' you, you're too fat   Say you gotta buy this thing, Lord   Say you gotta have that      Been drinking too much coffee   Drinking way too much beer   Sittin' on my old couch, watching free TV   Tryin' to find a way and now to break on out of here      And I gotta get away, gotta get away   I don't want to be like this   Want to feel like this   Take what we can and run away   Gotta get away, gotta get away   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      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, then the next year you're hot   Gotta be sexy I was come in first   Read it in the magazines, it's only getting worse      And I gotta get away, gotta get away   I don't want to be like this   Want to feel like this   Take what we can and run away   Gotta get away, gotta get away   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   Ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo   Ooh, hoo, ooh, ooh, hoo