Goodbye America, al vedersain, adieu!
Some day I’ll come crawling back to you.
And then we’ll go out dancing and we’ll have a ball.
I’m sure by then I’ll be missing y’all.
And then we’ll go out drinking and we’ll have a party
and we’ll shoot the moon with our rubber band.
And then we’ll find somebody that can play guitar
and we’ll throw him in the air and make him a star.
And then we’ll find a drummer and we’ll give him trashcans
and feed him drumsticks from our pots and pans.
And then we’ll find a banjo while we’re dumpster diving.
It’ll be right on top of the accordion.