I stayed out late one night and you moved in.
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I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in.
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May I remind you that it's been a year since then?
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Today the landlady, she said to me,
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"Your loony friend just made a pass at me."
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Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea.
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So pack your toys away,
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your pretty boys away,
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your forty-fives away,
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your alibis away,
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your silly lies away,
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your old tie-dyes away,
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your one more tries away.
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You're moving out today.
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You nasty habits ain't confined to bed.
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The grocer told me what you do with bread.
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Why don't you take up with the
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baker's wife instead of me?
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Pack up your rubber duck.
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I'd like to wish you luck.
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Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes,
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pack all your clothes away,
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your rubber hose away,
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your old day glows away.
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You're movin' out today.
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"I hate to do it"
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"You gotta"
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"I hate to do it"
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"You gotta"
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"I hate to do it"
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"You gotta"
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"I hate to do it"
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"You gotta"
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"I hate to do it"
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"You gotta"
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Pack up you dirty looks,
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your songs that have no hooks,
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your stacks of Modern Screen,
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your portrait of the queen,
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your mangy cat away,
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your baby fat away.
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You're headed that a-way.
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You're moving out today.
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[additional lyrics from the single]
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Pack up your forck and spoon,
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but leave my Lorna Doones;
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Your map of Mozambique;
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Your waterbed that leaks.
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la la la la la la la la la.
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la la la la la la la la...
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"The reason I'm singing la la is because I'm so happy you're going.
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Gosh, you've made me miserable.
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I don't think I've ever been so unhappy as I've been this last year with you.
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You are really a dirty, dirty guy. Did anybody ever tell you that?
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Oh, uh, by the way, would you, uh, take off that coat you're wearing?
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That's my coat you're wearing. Ah, yes. Thank you, oh. Goodbye!
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Parting is such sweet sorrow..."
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You're Moving Out Today
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| Bette Midler |
