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