I can feel your goodbye comin
Like a storm up from the South
The rain'll splatter at the back door
The wind'll whistle round the house
so it's you and Howie Johnson
somebody told me at the store
I guess I'd better get used
to the idea of you
Not around anymore
CHORUS
And I'm doin my best to prepare for the worst
And I'd better get used to the hunger and thirst
I gotta find me a potion
To take for the pai - ai - ain
And all you've got to lose
Is my last name
I know he's cute and he's got money