Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodby to the landlord for me
That sum-bitch has always bored me
Throw out them old LA papers
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers
Adios to all this concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back street
If I can just get off of that LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down that road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain't bought bought bought
Here's to you old skinny Dennis