Pack It Up - 2006 Remaster

You guys are the pits of the world!
 Oh, this is no place for me
 Burnin' down the interbelt, from ja'causezi to ja'causezi
 It's all right for you man
 Gettin' smashed, gettin' suntanned
 But I know my place
 Where's my suitcase?
 Pack it up or throw it away
 What I can't carry, bury
 Oh you remember me, I remember you
 But that was a long, long time ago
 When I was passin' through
 All my family, all my friends, my lover
 I got to find them
 My enemies, my new family, my new friends
 My future enemies, I got to flush them out
 Pack it all up, nothing goes in storage
 I'm burnin' every bridge
 Burn, baby, burn
 I see your dog got shot
 Well, hell, never mind
 That's show biz, big boy
 You've got to be cruel to be kind
 Oh, give over and admit it
 I've been tearing down the interstate
 Like some kind of bleeding cat
 It's all right for the boss
 His gain's my loss
 That gets me down, it really gets me down
 So pack it up and cut the crap
 When the clock starts talkin', I start walkin'
 When you pass in your porsche
 Please don't offer me a ride
 I may be a skunk
 But you're a piece of junk, and furthermore
 I don't like your trousers
 Your appalling taste in women
 And what about your mind
 Your insipid record collection
 That dumb home video center
 The usual pronography
 And all you scumbags around the world
 You're the pits of the world!