When are you gonna move out
When are you going to scram
I should have brayed in alarm
(I) should have whistled to your cold clam

You know we can't hold it together
We didn't find love that's true
It's not so pleasant to pretend we're copin'
With joy so strung that we're swigging the booze...
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

So goodbye Jello brick mold
And the crocks of variety sprouts
Your Jasmine tea and your lentils
I'm going back to my slouch

Back to the Hungry Man chow in the nook
Munching the doughy snack rolls
Oh I've finally imagined my futile life
Without the Jello brick mold...
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-aaagh!

What do I drink to losin'
A set of hooks and your skeins
And your tape of a concert by the Philharmonic
Your letter from the Queen of Spain

Maybe I'll check in the basement
No telling what's laying around
Fond troves, you'd claim there were many
Trinkets and knickknacks I knew could be found...
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

So goodbye Jello brick mold
And your half of the his-and-hers towels
Your satin sheets and your pink blouse
I'm going back to my prowl

Back to the honky old tonks with my wood
Hunching the horny stacked hoes
Oh I've finally imagined my hoochy life
Without the Jello brick mold...
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-aaagh!