Galaxy 500

Lyrics
You take the dog I'll take the Galaxie 500 You get the cat I get the couch you don't want anymore You take the fish I'll take the bowl You take the dishes While you're at it take my soul But things ain't so bad 'Cause I've got a Galaxie 500 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 and he's just a friend I can't believe that this is the end But things ain't so bad 'Cause I got a Galaxie 500 Galaxie 500, in a Galaxie 500 Galaxie 500 I'm in my own Galaxie 1973 In my own Galaxie 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 No, it's not air-conditioned It's not air-conditioned Open the trunk All of my dirty laundry All of my junk in the yard And scattered out into the street You have a 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 Galaxie 500 Galaxie 500 In a Galaxie 500 Galaxie 500 In a Galaxie 500
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Credits
- Writers
- Reverend Horton Heat