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   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 YEAR 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