Suburban Girl Songtext
von Yonder Mountain String Band

I′m riding on my Santa Cruz
Skinny legs, skinny shoes
All a poor boy could loan
All a poor boy could do
I know your dad is asleep
I know your mother's fried
Grip tape got a hold of me
And everything′s all right

Get yourself outside
Won't you come and go?
There's not a lot to the world
Make up your mind, suburban girl

You see me standing in your yard
You pop the window screen
Now, you′re popping off the top
Your brothers decks a dream


Raving down the stars
Oh, how your heart was flying
Said you′re gonna get out
Or you're gonna die trying

Get yourself outside
Won′t you come and go?
There's not a lot to the world
Make up your mind, suburban girl

It′s gonna take another 100 years of fairy tales
Get you out of here
Long distance calls
The crashing waves
Breaking up again
By the way

There's not a lot to the world
Make up your mind, suburban girl

There′s not a lot to the world
Make up your mind, suburban girl

I'm riding on my Santa Cruz
Skinny legs, skinny shoes
All a poor boy could loan
All a poor boy could do