Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Sons of bitches always bore me
Throw out those L.A. papers
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 L.A. freeway
without getting killed or caught
Down the road in a cloud of smoke
for some land that I ain't bought
If I can just get off of that L.A. freeway
without getting killed or caught
Here's to you, ol' skinny Dennis
the only one I think I will miss