Drop the keys and the ride At the foot of your door with a little extra For good measure A couple rotten kids, a trophy wife, a big ol' dog A brand new superstar TV And some papers I've been holdin' onto forever
Here is all that I had Here is nothing at all I don't need, I don't need anything
You'll find a brand new table and chairs Some credit cards - flash 'em if you want But don't try to buy much Take the boots and my Sunday suit Godspeed, fare thee well and all that But please, please don't keep in touch