Somewhere in the hills of Ireland There's a Prada bag And somewhere down the lane There's a dog in Gucci lace And sometimes I think that I Will lose sleep at night 'Cause it's hard, yes, it's hard To say goodbye to my clothes My clothes Nobody knows things like my clothes My telephone life in the back of my jeans Nobody knows how I feel today How I feel today So now, now that they're gone In the hills of Ireland So long, so long This was an ode to my clothes Bye bye, clothes