Walkin' on down to the seventh grade dance And I don't know what we're goin' there for No one's gonna talk to us We'll look really silly just starin' at the gymnasium floor I'll wrestle with my two left feet They'll point and they'll stare at what my mom made me wear And tomorrow I'll wake up crying and smiling Just another day in the suburbs Where behind every cloud There's a big ball of burning sunshine Hitchin' a ride to the high school dance And I don't know what we're going there for The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions And we're so invisible to them I feel like I'm in some John Hughes film Like a dream we've all had when you can't run too fast And tomorrow we'll wake up crying and smiling Just another day in the suburbs Where behind every cloud There's a big ball of burning sunshine Just another day in the suburbs Where behind every cloud There's a big ball of burning sunshine Drivin' on up to the Hollywood party And I don't know what I'm going there for There's too many fools and too many rules and dress codes And I'm one too many people there They'll shake hands and grin Staring at eight by tens They'll point and they'll laugh at my photograph And tomorow they'll wake up crying and smiling crying and smiling Just another day in the suburbs Where behind every cloud There's a big ball of burning sunshine Just another day in the suburbs Where behind every cloud There's a big ball of burning sunshine