Oh, classical music is so clarinetty
I love meatballs but don't like spaghetti
It makes me so tired and I want to be ready
I love being ready to go
Oh, and I love to have to leave at the drop of a hat
I'm ready to go in seconds flat
Ready to go, hey I know about that
I love being ready to go
Oh, and I love leaving
Throwing everything in the truck
Fishing through the glovebox for the radio
And letting the hood the slam shut
And I love leaving
And playing Tetris with the things in the van
Circling the block til we get the right spot
And honking at my friends
People really love to say "remember when"
"Wouldn't it be great to do it over again?"
They'd give anything to go back then
Instead of in the mess they've made
Oh but me, I hate talking about the good old days
I never want to go down memory lanes
I only want to get into the passing lane
And I've always been that way
I guess I love leaving
Leaving without saying goodbye
Leaving without telling anybody I'm going
Quick as the blink of an eye
Someday I'll meet a woman I know who'll wanna keep me around
And I'm gonna have to face the fact that I might want to stay
But until then I'll just be a'sitting in my driveway
Turn the key, hopefully I'll be on my way
Oh, I love leaving
Leaving all my troubles behind
I guess I'm getting that age
When turning the page is easier than learning my lines