The Key of C

I'll only light 'cause you're my match.
 admit it, I took out your trash.
 there's stars in your eyes
 and they're shooting.
 we never hung things on the wall
 we'd play up the pixies and the fall
 there's a treasure in your heart
 just like a pirate's booty.
 but believe me, there's a better arnold palmer to play your
 course
 and a better bob villa to build our windows and your doors
 we can never decide what to call the cat, so we called her cat.
 so it's time to go, it's time to go away.
 time to go, it's time to go away.
 you keep the records in the pogos
 don't weep, you'll have your pick of bows
 will they write it in the papers
 so they're already outside
 and we'll be bruised up in the morning,
 they'll tell us jokes that are real corny.
 but we'll bounce back,
 just like the moon bounce in our backyard.
 and believe me, there's a better frankenstein for you to bride
 and a better president to look you in the eyes and lie.
 we can never decide what to call the cat,
 so we called her cat.
 and it's time to go, it's time to go away.
 it's time to go, it's time to go away.