| I stayed out late one night and you moved in.
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| I didn’t mind 'cause of the state you were in.
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| May I remind you that it’s been a year since then?
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| Today the landlady, she said to me,
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| «Your loony friend just made a pass at me.»
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| Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea.
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| So pack your toys away,
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| your pretty boys away,
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| your forty-fives away,
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| your alibis away,
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| your silly lies away,
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| your old tie-dyes away,
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| your one more tries away.
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| You’re moving out today.
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| You nasty habits ain’t confined to bed.
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| The grocer told me what you do with bread.
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| Why don’t you take up with the
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| baker’s wife instead of me?
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| Pack up your rubber duck.
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| I’d like to wish you luck.
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| Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes,
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| pack all your clothes away,
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| your rubber hose away,
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| your old day glows away.
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| You’re movin' out today.
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| «I hate to do it»
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| «You gotta»
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| «I hate to do it»
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| «You gotta»
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| «I hate to do it»
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| «You gotta»
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| «I hate to do it»
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| «You gotta»
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| «I hate to do it»
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| «You gotta»
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| Pack up you dirty looks,
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| your songs that have no hooks,
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| your stacks of Modern Screen,
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| your portrait of the queen,
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| your mangy cat away,
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| your baby fat away.
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| You’re headed that a-way.
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| You’re moving out today.
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| Pack up your forck and spoon,
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| but leave my Lorna Doones;
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| Your map of Mozambique;
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| Your waterbed that leaks.
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| la la la la la la la la la.
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| la la la la la la la la. |
| ..
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| «The reason I’m singing la la is because I’m so happy you’re going.
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| Gosh, you’ve made me miserable.
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| I don’t think I’ve ever been so unhappy as I’ve been this last year with you.
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| You are really a dirty, dirty guy. |
| Did anybody ever tell you that?
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| Oh, uh, by the way, would you, uh, take off that coat you’re wearing?
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| That’s my coat you’re wearing. |
| Ah, yes. |
| Thank you, oh. |
| Goodbye!
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| Parting is such sweet sorrow. |
| . |
| .» |