L.A. Freeway [Pack Up All Your Dishes]

Pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
And say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son-of-a-bitch has always bored me

Throw out them L.A. papers
That moldy box of Vanilla Wafers
Adios to all these concrete
Gonna get me some dirt road back streets

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down that road in a cloud of smoke to some land
I ain't bought, bought, bought

And it's here's to you old Skinny Dennis
The only one I think I will miss
I can hear that old bass singin'
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'

Play it for me one more time, now
Got to give it all we can now
I believe everything you're sayin'
Just to keep on, keep on playin'

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down that road in a cloud of smoke to some land
I ain't bought, bought, bought

And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in that old front door lock
They'll find it likely as not
I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot

Oh, Susanna, don't you cry, baby
Love's a gift that surely handmade
We got somethin' to believe in
Don't you think it's time we're leavin'?

If I can just get off of this L.A freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down that road in a cloud of smoke to some land
I ain't bought, bought, bought

If I can just get off of this L.A. freeway
Without getting killed or caught
Down that road in a cloud of smoke to some land
I ain't bought

So pack up all your dishes
Make note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
That son-of-a-bitch has always bored me

Thank you (yee-haw)
Here's a little song for any of y'all out there
That might've ever, uh, pounded any nails for a livin' (yeah)
At least just hit your thumb a couple times
That counts too