Hey, Mr Goodtime, did you tire of moving fast?
Hey, Mr Goodtime, aren't you sorry that you just weren't built to last?
In your dolls' house made of glass
Hey, Mr Goodtime, did you manufacture dreams?
That you could sell and we all know that you've done well
Or so it seemed
When you exited the scene
So if Suburbia's calling for you
Don't be afraid, do what you have to do
But keep your secrets confined
To the pages between the lines
Hey, Mr Goodtime, have you had a lot today?
Hey, Mr Goodtime, did you learn nothing from Jimmy Conway?
When he told you don't get high on your own supply, cry baby cry
So if Suburbia's calling for you
Don't be afraid, do what you have to do
But keep your secrets confined
To the pages between the lines
Pack your bags, fix your face
You're running in the superhuman race
Don't be late, just beware
You might lose all you have to spare
There's a time to get in line
You want the water, not the wine
You look so small
Who wouldn't want to have it all?
Hey, Mr Goodtime, it's your homecoming parade
The neighbours welcome you with angel cake and lemonade
And if you say you're feeling down
Every party needs a clown
So if Suburbia's calling for you
Don't be afraid, do what you have to do
Just keep your secrets confined
To the pages between the lines