Pack up all your dishes Make note of all good wishes Say goodby to the landlord for me That sum-bitch has always bored me Throw out them old LA papers And that moldy box of vanilla wafers Adios to all this concrete Gonna get me some dirt road back street
[Chorus] If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught Down that road in a cloud of smoke For some land that I ain't bought bought bought If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway Without getting killed or caught
Here's to you old skinny Dennis Only one I think I will miss I can hear them old bass men singing Sweet and low like a gift you'd bring in Play it for me just one more time now Got to give it all we can now I believe everything your saying Just keep on keep on playing
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Put the pink slip in the mailbox Leave the key in the old front door lock They will find it likely as not With all the things that we have forgot Oh Susanna now don't you cry, babe Love's a gift that's surely handmade We've got something to believe in Before you know it's time we're leavin'