Loudon Wainwright Iii - Expatriate lyrics

You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes Might seem sentimental or sound like sour grapes Sell my clothes and furniture or give 'em to the Goodwill store I'm goin' overseas I'm not comin' back anymore Maybe it's a little romantic for a middle-age man like me I'm gonna be an expatriot just you wait and see Livin' in a Garret in Paris a House-Boat in Amsterdam Smokin' a beard, growin' a pipe, doin' the best I can Like Gauguin I'm a gonna go to Tahiti, wait & see Find a little brown skin girl to fall in love with me For years and years you're gonna wonder just where I've gone Maybe when I'm eighty years old I'll come back home There'll be parades and ceremonies Retrospectives too And that brown skin girl will be so sad I came back to you You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes