Reverend Horton Heat - Galaxy 500 lyrics

You take the dog I'll take the Galaxy 500 You get the cat I get the couch you don't want anymore You take the fish I'll take the bone You take the dishes While you're at it take my soul But things ain't so bad Cause I got a Galaxy 500 You get the house I get a cheap motel room You get a friend But that should not matter to me anymore You have a date He's just a friend I can't believe that this is the end But things ain't so bad Cause I got a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 In a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 I'm in my own Galaxy 1973 In my own Galaxy You probably would have wanted this too But it's not air conditioned No, it's not air conditioned No, it's not air conditioned It's not air conditioned (Flying solo now!) Open the trunk All of my dirty laundry All of my junk in the yard And scattered out into the street You have the thing with my old guitar I can't believe that you took it this far But things ain't so bad Cause I got a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 In a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 In a galaxy 500 Galaxy 500