Lyrics

Well, my mamma and papa told me, they had some words to say They said "Get out!", I said "I'm leaving anyway!" I made some money playing this here guitar Filled in a form and went and bought myself a car I got my cheque book, baby Got my bag all packed (oh, yeah) Hey, you're coming with me, get in the mood Throw your suitcase in the back Well, I've been here for so long sick of this whole town I ain't getting younger and it's time I got around I wanna go some places I ain't seen before When I turn that corner mamma you won't see me no more I got my cheque book, baby Got my bag all packed (oh, yeah) Hey, you're coming with me, get in the mood Throw your suitcase in the back (oh, yeah) Throw your suitcase in the back I've been here for so long sick of this whole town I ain't getting younger and it's time I got around I wanna go some places I ain't seen before When I turn that corner mamma you won't see me no more I got my cheque book, baby Got my bag all packed (oh, yeah) Hey, you're coming with me, get in the mood Throw your suitcase in the back (oh, yeah) Hey, you're coming with me, get in the mood Throw your suitcase in the back
Writer(s): Michael Graham Jupp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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