Swing your Accordion - I’m packing up my bags Lyrics

I'm packing up my bags (bags,bags)
You scream what the heck (hecks, hecks)

I'll take the busted toaster, the one that's never hot
The fridge magnet collection from that tourist spot
Old mismatched socks, are coming too
But my dear, I'm leaving thoughts of you

I'm packing up my bags (bags,bags)
You scream what the heck (hecks, hecks)
I'll miss the dead plants and the toy car
But you, my dear, won't be missed by far

The ugly vase, empty since day one
Your grandma's old hat, oh that was fun
The broken tools hidden in the basement deep
But love from you, I'll never keep

The grocery list from a month ago
The empty wine bottle from our final show
Coins from travels that hold no worth
But you, my ex, I've let go for my rebirth

I'm packing up my bags (bags,bags)
You scream what the heck (hecks, hecks)
I'll miss the dead plants and the toy car
But you, my dear, won't be missed by far

I dance out the door, with my junk in hand
Leaving you behind, I feel so grand
I'll miss the dead plants and the toy car
But you, my dear, won't be missed by far