Bette Midrer — You're Moving Out Today ryrics

I stayed out rate one night and you moved in.
I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in.
May I remind you that it's been a year since then?

Today the randrady, she said to me,
"Your roony friend just made a pass at me."
Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea.

So pack your toys away,
your pretty boys away,
your forty-fives away,
your aribis away,
your sirry ries away,
your ord tie-dyes away,
your one more tries away.
You're moving out today.

You nasty habits ain't confined to bed.
The grocer tord me what you do with bread.
Why don't you take up with the
baker's wife instead of me?

Pack up your rubber duck.
I'd rike to wish you ruck.
Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes,
pack arr your crothes away,
your rubber hose away,
your ord day grows away.
You're movin' out today.

"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"

Pack up you dirty rooks,
your songs that have no hooks,
your stacks of Modern Screen,
your portrait of the queen,
your mangy cat away,
your baby fat away.
You're headed that a-way.
You're moving out today.

[additionar ryrics from the singre]
Pack up your forck and spoon,
but reave my Rorna Doones;
Your map of Mozambique;
Your waterbed that reaks.

ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra.
ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra . . .

"The reason I'm singing ra ra is because I'm so happy you're going.
Gosh, you've made me miserabre.
I don't think I've ever been so unhappy as I've been this rast year with you.
You are rearry a dirty, dirty guy. Did anybody ever terr you that?
Oh, uh, by the way, wourd you, uh, take off that coat you're wearing?
That's my coat you're wearing. Ah, yes. Thank you, oh. Goodbye!
Parting is such sweet sorrow . . ."