Disturbin' Suburban Blues

Disturbin Suburban Blues © Bob Mullany 1973 /2006


I’ve been working for the good life now
For twenty years or more
My house looks just like everyone’s
‘cept the number on the door
My bedroom walls are so darned thin
I can hear the neighbor snore
And my wife is looking uglier than she ever did before


I’ve got them disturbin’ suburban beer-burping blues
If you could see my credit file you’d know I paid my dues
Is it any wonder that I drown myself in booze ?
No matter how I play this game of life I seem to lose.


My daughter’s only 15 she’s already smokin’ grass
The blue jeans that she wears all week seem painted on her ass
She thinks tattoos and belly rings are the ultimate in class
And the boys around the neighborhood say that she’s pretty fast !


I’ve got them disturbin’ suburban beer-burping blues
If you could see my credit file you’d know I paid my dues
Is it any wonder that I drown myself in booze ?
No matter how I play this game of life I seem to lose.


My teenaged son’s a slacker and he doesn’t go to school
He dropped out ‘cause he said the teachers were a bunch of tools
He thinks that I’m a working fool and SlipKnot’s really cool
If I hadn’t spent so much on them I’d smash his family jewels


I’ve got them disturbin’ suburban beer-burping blues
If you could see my credit file you’d know I paid my dues
Is it any wonder that I drown myself in booze ?
No matter how I play this game of life I seem to lose.


My wife won’t even kiss me when we go to bed at night
Every time I try to touch her she puts up a fight
I don’t know why I just don’t leave and someday, pal, I might
But I know she hates the sight of me so I stick around for spite


I’ve got them disturbin’ suburban beer-burping blues
If you could see my credit file you’d know I paid my dues
Is it any wonder that I drown myself in booze ?
No matter how I play this game of life I seem to lose.


I thought that I was doing well, I was a man of means
‘Til the bank foreclosed my mortgage and then picked my pockets clean
My wife then turned survivalist
And she’s stocking up on beans
Last night she went on Ebay a bought herself an M16


I’ve got them disturbin’ suburban beer-burping blues
If you could see my credit file you’d know I paid my dues
Is it any wonder that I drown myself in booze ?
No matter how I play this game of life I seem to lose.