He's got dinner on the table, satellite cable
A monogram-shirt-sleeved American fable
He's a dying breed at a breakneck speed
And he's looking for a little light
Yeah he's dug in deep with the rest of the sheep
Third house on the right on a dead end street
Putting dollars away in a four o one K
Doing twenty five to life
He's been boring since the day he was born
He watches soccer and soft core porn
He's in the driveway honking the horn
At his picture perfect family
He's an ordinary white suburban
Lost in the days of the Chevy van
Ordinary white suburban man it's crazy for this
Wheels keep turning but the motor dies
Underneath his white suburban skies
He can still taste the beer from his sophomore year
Yeah Letterman and Zeppelin, man that's all he can hear
When he closes his eyes and thinks back on all the things he did when he was free
But now he sells stuff to people who buy stuff to sell it
To people who are looking for stuff
You can tell it's got him losing his mind and his hair
And he's scared he's going to lose all his dignity
He's got a closet full of suits off the rack
He's got a corporate machine on his back
And he's waiting for his first heart attack
So he can get on with his so called life
He's an ordinary white suburban
Lost in the days of the Chevy van
Ordinary white suburban man it's crazy for this
Wheels keep turning but the motor dies
Underneath his white suburban skies
His wife takes boxing class
She gets her facials and her Saturday massage
His daughter's smoking pot
And his son is building a bomb out in the garage
He's an ordinary white suburban
Lost in the days of the Chevy van
Ordinary white suburban man it's crazy for this
Wheels keep turning but the motor dies
Underneath his white suburban skies