You know that I get told so many timesnBoy you gotta grow you some rootsnThe wondering dues sounds oh so good in a tunenBut you need some place to wipe off all the mud off your bootsnC'mon and grab your hatnYour suitcase and cashnPack up your dacks, your hatnYou're leaving todaynWe're checking out to check out what's up a waysnnWell you look past me with those sleepy eyesnWell girl I gotta leave before the sun catches menAs if your wondering ways don't suit me spending my daysnI'm thanking god you aint around as I'm painting my nailsnnCome lay down your hatnYour suitcase and your stashnJust make damn sure you aint aroundnWhen those milk bottles hit the groundnGo on get lost there up a waysnnWell she sure was pretty and she sure did kiss goodnI almost saw her face cellotaped to my suitcasenI'm car sick I'm punch drunk and I don't like to flynBut there's always something far off that catches my eyennAnd its an age old tunenI only know where I am when I movenSo pack up your smallsnYour Pall Malls, your ash traynWe're checking out to check out what's up a waysnnOh don't make me no coffee don't you butter my toastnI'll send you a polaroid by overnight postnWell blow me away if thats the best you can donJust sweep off that dirt that fell off your bootsnnAnd its an age old tunenYou only know where you are when you movenBut boy this aint a relationshipnso spare me all that gracious shitngo on get lost on up a waysnnOh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a waysnnOh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a waysn