Now that she's gone put her things on the lawn,
The things that you don't really want,
A yard sale on Sunday, with furniture and everything,
She's been gone now for a month

I think it's sad and all,
That might be wonderful,
But just like the rest of the world,
I'm nothing at all

Sit in your lawn chair, chat with the 'shoppers',
Vodka and tonic in a jar,
Sink into the shuffle of the happy young couples,
In 20 years will they be where you are?

I think it's sad and all,
That might be wonderful,
But just like the rest of the world,
I'm nothing at all