Album: Wreck Your Life

Going, Going, Gone

Gettinout of the house.
I’m gonna go for a ride,
‘Cause I got me a five-o Ford
and the good Lord knows I tried
to make friends with you
and ev’rything went wrong.
Yeah, I’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m gone.
Goindown to the tracks.
I’m gonna hide out for a while.
Gonna have me some ranch-style beans
From a tin can hobo-style,
Forget your face,
If that can be done.
Yeah, I’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m gone.
And you’ll find you a boyfriend
And he won’t like my cat.
And you’ll try to
Pretend that you don’t want me back.
Right now I’m leavinSo you’d better say, “So long.Yeah, I’m goinI’m goinI’m goin
I’m goinI’m gone.
Gonna find me a boat
And a brand new name.
I’m gonna find some wall-eyed,
Weak-kneed European dame.
She’ll be my wife
And you’ll only be a song.
Yeah, I’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m gone.
And you’ll find you a boyfriend
And he won’t like my cat.
And you’ll try to
Pretend that you don’t want me back.
Right now I’m leavinSo you’d better say, “So long.Yeah, I’m goinI’m goinI’m goin
I’m goinI’m gone.
Yeah, I’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m gone.
Yeah, I’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m goin
I’m goinI’m goinI’m goinI’m gone.
Jesus.
Well, what do ya do about a string breakin
Oh, nothin