EH GOSS - High Class Hoopla Lyrics

So you're taking a trip to Paris.
I'll be fishing at the lake.
And you're afraid, I might embarrass.
Well don't worry, enjoy your crêpe.
I should get rid of my truck, you say.
For something more my age.
I like its style, it's here to stay.
It's a classic, not a cage.

This is some high-class hoopla, hold my beer.
Hallelujah, Won't be coming back here.
Hope your high-class friends, enjoy this track.
Like I said, I won't be coming back.
I won't be coming back.

You say you'd rather see me in slacks.
You want to dress up all the time.
But formal ain't my knack.
These Levis fit me just fine.
I'm sure it's nice in the city, where you live.
But I like to be surrounded by trees.
I prefer the sound of the wind through the leaves,
It's the kind of peace money can't lease.

This is some high-class hoopla, hold my beer.
Hallelujah, Won't be coming back here.
Hope your high-class friends, enjoy this track.
Like I said, I won't be coming back.
I won't be coming back.

You chase the glitter, I'll chase the sun,
You're up in the clouds, I'm on the ground, having fun.
You can keep the flash, the noise, the crowd,
I'll take the quiet, the calm, the proud.
Your world's too fast, too loud, too fake,
I'm sticking to my roots by the quiet lake.
So enjoy your fancy galas, your champagne sips,
I'll be here with my dog and my fishing trips.

This is some high-class hoopla, hold my beer.
Hallelujah, Won't be coming back here.
Hope your high-class friends, enjoy this track.
Like I said, I won't be coming back.
I won't be coming back.