There’s My Stuff

Sometime late last night
Me and my girl had a great big fight
Walked down to the 21 Club
Soaked my sorrows in ice cold Bud
Stumbled my way back home about quarter to three
Out in the moonlight what do I see?

Shirts in the maple tree, records on the lawn
There’s the big sombrero I bought in Mazatlan
In the roses that’s my fishing rod
And my bowling ball
She said she’s had enough
Now she’s finally given up
Lord, I guess she did
‘Cause there’s my stuff

Found my way across the front yard
I’m thinking she’s taking it pretty hard
Come on honey, I was a jerk
Open the door ’cause the key don’t work
I don’t like this, it don’t look good
How she’s decorated the neighborhood
Out here in the moonlight all I can see

Shirts in the maple tree, records on the lawn
There’s the big sombrero I bought in Mazatlan
In the roses that’s my fishing rod
And my bowling ball
She said she’s had enough
Now she’s finally given up
Lord, I guess she did
‘Cause there’s my stuff