Cardboard Boxes

I'm gonna go to the supermarket

I'm gonna go to the liquor store

I'm gonna get me some cardboard boxes

You know what them boxes are for

I'm gonna rent me a U-Haul trailer

Hook it on the back of my old car

Call up some of my stronger buddies

That's what your strong buddies are for

We're gonna move

We're gonna move, yeah, move

Give it to the Salvation Army or the Goodwill

We've got so much junk it's a joke

Wrap a knickknack in some old newspaper

I know it was a present, but the damn thing broke

Your old shoes and my old T-shirts

My strong buddies crave ice cold beers

Don't throw that away; it's a family heirloom

I've had that ashtray for 15 years

We're gonna move

We're gonna move, yeah, move

We're gonna empty out our old place

Move into a brand new better space; move

We got the books and the records and the tapes and the pictures

And the pots and the pans and all the breakable glass

The living room couch and the dining room table

The washer and the dryer; what a pain in the ass

We've got the TV and the home entertainment center

The box spring and the queen-size bed

We got the Christmas decorations and the bureau and the playpen

If we had a piano, I think I'd drop dead

We're gonna move

We're gonna move, yeah, move

At the end day, the old place is empty

And the new place houses all of our stuff

Unpack all the crap in the cardboard boxes

It wasn't that bad; no, it wasn't so rough

My strong buddies look a little bit grumpy

I don't why I broke my butt

Tomorrow we'll call up the telephone company

And get another set of house keys cut

We're gonna move

We're gonna move, yeah, move

I can tell by the look on your face

You just love our brand new better space, baby, move

We're gonna move, we're gonna move

We're gonna move, we're gonna move

Yeah, move