You take the dog I'll take the Galaxy 500 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 500
You get the house I get a cheap motel room You get a friend Nut that should not matter to me anymore You have a thang he's just a friend I can't believe that this is the end But things aint so bad Cause I got a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 in a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500
I'm in my own galaxy 1973 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 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 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 500 Galaxy 500 In a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 In a galaxy 500
Compositor: James Collis Heath (Bass Jimbo) ECAD: Obra #42816739