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You take the dog, I'll take the Galaxy 500 You get the cat, I get the couch you don't want anymore You take the fish, I'll take a bowl You take the dishes, while you're at it take my soul But things ain't so bad, ‘cause I got a Galaxy 500 You get the house, I get a cheap motel room You get a friend, but that should not matter to me anymore You have a date, he's just a friend I can't believe that this is the end But things ain't so bad, ‘cause I got a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 In a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 I'm in my own galaxy Nineteen seventy-three In my own galaxy You probably would have wanted this too, but it's not air conditioned No it's not air conditioned No it's not air conditioned It's not air conditioned Flyin' solo now Open the trunk, all of my dirt laundry All of my junk in the yard and scattered out into the street You have a thing with my old guitar I can't believe that you took it this far But things ain't so bad, ‘cause I got a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 In a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 In a Galaxy 500 Galaxy 500 |