Pack It Up Lyrics - Pretenders

You guys are the pits of the world! 

Oh, this is no place for me 

Burnin' down the interbelt, from jacuzzi to jacuzzi 

It's all right for you man 

Gettin' smashed, gettin' suntanned 

But I know my place 

Where's my suitcase? 

Pack it up or throw it away 

What I can't carry, bury 

Oh you remember me, I remember you 

But that was a long, long time ago 

When I was passin' through 

All my family, all my friends, my lover 

I got to find them 

My enemies, my new family, my new friends 

My future enemies, I got to flush them out 

Pack it all up, nothing goes in storage 

I'm burnin' every bridge 

Burn, baby, burn 

I see your dog got shot 

Well, hell, never mind 

That's show biz, big boy 

You've got to be cruel to be kind 

Oh, give over and admit it 

I've been tearing down the interstate 

Like some kind of bleeding cat 

It's all right for the boss 

His gain's my loss 

That gets me down, it really gets me down 

So pack it up and cut the crap 

When the clock starts talkin', I start walkin' 

When you pass in your Porsche 

Please don't offer me a ride 

I may be a skunk 

But you're a piece of junk, and furthermore 

I don't like your trousers 

Your appalling taste in women 

And what about your mind 

Your insipid record collection 

That dumb home video center 

The usual pornography 

And all you scumbags around the world 

You're the pits of the world!