No money job or food
On the day that I met you
You flew to aspen and out of my life
Gotta get out of this town
I'm California bound
Return your briefcase and make you my wife
I'm sick of not paying my bills on time
I'm heading where beer flows like wine
Convince my friend to ride with me
Escort your luggage cross country
We've lost our jobs but I know what to do
Return it full of I owe you's
We made friends and enemies
On our way to the Rockies
John Denver's full of shit, or I drove east
Redeemed myself and traded our dog
Straight up for some kid's hog
Got a makeover, brand new suit
A Lamborghini with Mary's loot
I feel bad but I'll make it right
When I marry Mary Samsonite
Harry, your hands are so damn cold
But that's nothing compared to your frozen heart and soul
You monster, you'll get what's coming to you
Turbolax is my prescription, one hefty spoon
Your anal pain's entirely in vain
The future Mary Christmas, wears a wedding ring
What was all that one in a million talk
When I told you I like you a lot
I wish you well, I wish you joy
I want to make love
To a school boy