Ten million pounds of plastic baby stuff there beyond the doors

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore

Knee-highs riding little pink bikes in the middle of the road

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore



Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore



There was a punch-out

Happened at the take-out, a tweaker and a dog

It seems that the dog stole a blanket

From the tweaker in the park



But cheapshots happen

When thermometers are yellin' one-o-four

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore



Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore



An ice cream truck each night plays 'don't believe the hype'

For oil stained driveways with exercise equipment piled high

All this seen from a yellow lawn hittin' eighty-four

Garage sale sunday and I don't know where I'm anymore



Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Where I'm anymore