You Had Me At Goodbye

[couchgrouch]

You Had Me At GoodbyeBeer from the Frigidaire, sat back in my old chairto watch the Walker marathonbut my girlfriend came in, told me "goodbye" and thenkept ramblin' 'bout all I'd done wrongwell, Chuck was kickin' ass, had to shut her up fastso I finished off my CoorsI crushed the empty can, then with a wave of my handI said "no need to say any morecos you had me at goodbyeyou made your bed...don't bother to liecos I don't give a flying nunyou claim you're the mistreated oneyour tears don't hold waterso don't bother to cryI'm tired of bein' hadand you had me at goodbyeI heard through word of mouth, you took a trip down southand burned your back in the hot Baja dunescos you were knockin' boots, with some surfer dudewho put the "buff" in buffoonso lemme haul your bag, out to your waiting cabhell...I'll even spring for the tipyou've gone too far this time, so I'll spend my last dimeto give you a nice long guilt tripcos you had me at goodbyeyou made your bed...don't bother to liecos I don't give a flying nunyou claim you're the mistreated oneyour tears don't hold waterso don't bother to cryI'm tired of bein' hadand you had me at goodbyeyou had me at goodbyeyou had me at goodbye...(c)2007 Robert George