Ten million pounds of plastic baby stuff there beyond the doors Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore M'ijas riding little pink bikes in the middle of the road Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Where I'm anymore Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Where I'm anymore
There was a punch-out Happened at the take-out, a tweaker and a dog It seems that the dog stole a blanket From the tweaker in the park
But cheapshots happen When thermometers are yellin' one-o-four Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Where I'm anymore Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Where I'm anymore
An icecream truck each night plays 'don't believe the hype' For oil stained driveways with exercise equipment piled high All this seen from a yellow lawn hittin' eighty-four Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore