Moving day is here again.
There's no cause for cheer again.
Nervous breakdown near again.
Moving day is here again.
Moving truck is parked outside.
Movers start to slip and slide.
Suddenly they all collide.
Moving truck is parked outside.
Grandma's vase was vintage stock.
Crushed beneath the cuckoo clock.
Every other thing is schlock.
Grandma' vase was vintage stock.
Who has got the dolly cart?
Cardboard boxes fall apart.
I am quickly losing heart.
Who has got the dolly cart?
Let us pause for lemonade
In the cooling dusky shade.
(Are those ants? Go get the Raid!)
Let us pause for lemonade.
All the picture frames are cracked.
And the china is ill-stacked.
I am running out of tact.
All the picture frames are cracked.
Must we take those magazines?
And that trunk of hippie jeans?
Not the case of lima beans!
Must we take those magazines?
Leave behind the hide-a-bed.
Heavier than tons of lead.
Let new tenants shrink in dread.
Leave behind the hide-a-bed.
Now is not the time to slack.
Holes in wall and floor is black.
Scrubbing, patching, breaking back.
Now is not the time to slack.
At our new home we arrive.
Can't believe we're still alive.
It smells like an old bee hive.
At our new home we arrive.
If we move again, don't frown.
Just remove your evening gown.
Then we'll burn the place right down.
If we move again, don't frown.
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