Down In Suburbia Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Eb][C]

[Verse 1]
[C]All they ever smoke
is tobacco in Suburbia
All they ever smoke is tobacco
in Suburbia
Everybody brags about
The way they done somebody out
Of money they have
cleverly invested
Everyone is making friends
With other people just like them
And anyone who's different is detested

[Verse 2]
[C]I come home and I lay me
down (Suburbia)
I get a call to come downtown (Suburbia)
And go my brother's bail,
he's been arrested (Suburbia, Suburbia)
For [D]smil[Dm]in' (Ahh)
[D]And [C]they ever smoke is tobacco

[Interlude 1]
in Suburbia
[F][C][D]

[Verse 3]
[D]Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia,
ha!
Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia
Mr. Brown wears herringbone
When stepping out with Mrs. Jones
To keep the local gossip
hounds from staring
And Mr. Wilson combs his hair
To carry on his big affair
With Mrs. Smith, who by the way,
never dresses daring

[Verse 4]
[D]No one stabs his neighbor's
back (Suburbia)
Or welches on his income
tax (Suburbia)
Without sincere concern that he is
wearing (Suburbia, Suburbia)
Proper [E]styling [Em](Ahh)
And [D]nobody ever dresses sloppy
in [G]Suburbia

[Interlude 2]
[G][D][C]

[Verse 5]
[C]Nobody is ever un- American in Suburbia,
ha!
Nobody is ever un- American
in Suburbia
Everybody has a list
Of Negroes, Jews and communists
And checks it off before their
daughter marries
Ginsberg is a socialist
He can't write poems like Edgar Guest
And Henry Miller's not in
their library (too bad)

[Verse 6]
You [C]disagree, they gonna knock you
flat (Suburbia)
'Cause Reader's Digest tells
them that (Suburbia)
Their life is a bowl of maraschino cherries
(Suburbia, Suburbia)
Though bills [Dm]are piling [C](Ahh)

[Verse 7]
Nobody is ever un- American in Sub[F]urbia
And [C]nobody every dresses
sloppy in Sub[F]urbia
And [C]all they ever smoke is
tobacco in Sub[F]urbia
Suh uh uh uh uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh

[Verse 8]
[F]Bur- bee-

[Outro 1]
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[C][F][C][G]