I get the couch you don't want anymore
While you're at it take my soul
But that should not matter to me anymore
You have a thang he's just a friend
I can't believe that this is the end
Galaxy 500 in a Galaxy 500
I'm in my own galaxy 1973
You probably would have wanted this too
But it's not air conditioned
No it's not air conditioned
No it's not air conditioned
No it's not air conditioned
All of my junk in the yard
And scattered out into the street
You have the thing with my old guitar
I can't believe that you took it this far