Lletres: Bette Midler. Live at Last. Intermission: You're Moving Out Today.

I stayed out late one night and you moved in
I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in
May I remind you that it's been a year since then?

Today the landlady, she said to me
"Your lonely friend just made a pass at me"
Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea

So pack your toys away
Your pretty boys away
Your forty-fives away
Your alibis away

Your silly lies away
Your old tie-dyes away
Your one more tries away
You're moving out today

Your nasty habits aren't confined to bed
The grocer told me what you do with bread
Why don't you take up with the
Baker's wife instead of me?

Pack up your rubber duck
I'd like to wish you luck
Your funny cigarettes
Your sixty-one cassettes

Pack all your clothes away
Your rubber hose away
Your old day glows away
You're movin' out today

I hate to do it
You gotta
I hate to do it
You gotta

Hate to do it
You gotta
Hate to do it
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta

Pack up you dirty looks
Your songs that have no hooks
Your stacks of Modern Screen
Your portrait of the queen

Your mangy cat away
Your baby fat away
You're headed that away
You're moving out today

Pack up your fork and spoon
But leave my Lorna Doones
Your map of Mozambique
Your water bed that leaks

La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

The reason I'm singing la la is
Because I'm so happy you're going
Gosh, you've made me miserable
I don't think I've ever been so unhappy
As I've been this last year with you

You are really a dirty, dirty guy
Did anyone ever tell you that?
Oh, uh, by the way, would you
Uh, take off that coat you're wearing?

That's my coat you're wearing
Ah, yes, thank you, oh, goodbye
Parting is such sweet sorrow