| It’s high time for a walk on the real side
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| Let’s admit the bastards beat us
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| I move to dissolve the corporation
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| In a pool of margaritas
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| So let’s switch off all the lights
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| Light up all the Luckies
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| Crankin' up the afterglow
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| Cause we’re goin' out of business
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| Everything must go
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| Talk about your major pain and suffering
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| Now our self-esteem is shattered
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| Show the world a mighty hidey-ho face
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| As we go sliding down the ladder
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| It was sweet up at the top
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| 'Til that ill wind started blowing
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| Now it’s cozy down below
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| Cause we’re goin' out of business
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| Everything must go
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| We gave it our best shot
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| But keep in mind we got a lot
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| The sky, the moon, good food and the weather
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| First-run movies—does anybody get lucky twice?
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| Wouldn’t it be nice…
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| Tell me can you dig it Miss Fugazy
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| Now it’s gone from late to later
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| Frankly I could use a little face time
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| In the service elevator
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| And if Dave from Acquisitions
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| Wants to get in on the action
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| With his Handicam in tow
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| Well we’re goin' out of business
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| Everything must go
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| Can it be the sorry sun is rising
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| Guess it’s time for us to book it
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| Talk about the famous road not taken
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| In the end we never took it
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| And if somewhere on the way
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| We got a few good licks in
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| No one’s ever gonna know
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| Cause we’re goin' out of business
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| Everything must go |