Galaxy 500

You take the dog
 I'll take the Galaxy five hundred
 You get the cat
 I get the couch you don't want anymore
 You take the fish
 I'll take the bone
 You take the dishes
 While you're at it take my soul
 But things ain't so bad Cause i got a Galaxy five hundred
 Yeeeeeeeaaaahhh
 You get the house
 I get a cheap motel room
 You get a friend
 But that should not matter to me
 anymore You have a thing he's just a friend
 I can't believe that this is the end
 But things ain't so bad Cause I got a Galaxy five hundred
 Galaxy five hundred
 in a Galaxy five hundred
 Galaxy five hundred
 I'm in my own Galaxy
 Nineteen Seventy-three
 In my own Galaxy
 You probably would have wanted this too
 But it's not air conditioned
 No it's not air conditioned
 No it's not air conditioned
 It's not air conditioned
 Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh
 Open the trunk
 All of my dirty laundry
 All of my junk in the yard
 And scattered out into the street
 You have the thing with my old guitar I
 can't believe that you took it this far
 But things ain't so bad Cause i got a Galaxy five hundred
 Galaxy five hundred
 In a Galaxy five hundred
 Galaxy five hundred
 In a Galaxy five hundred
 Galaxy five hundred