I hear you're going away   Well you packed your bags that day   To say that I don't care   Would be way too fair   So go and dig your gold   Possessions have no soul   We no longer sing, and baby   Timing's everything      Congratulations, I'm really happy for you   Congratulations, I really think you're swell      I saw a little child find a penny and he smiled   What do children see, it's a mystery to me   For you to understand that the dope don't make the man   Would be far too over head   You wouldn't get it 'til you're dead      Congratulations, I'm really happy for you   If you think this is sentiment   You should know we're not very well built at all      To be double crossed inside   Dragged by my intestines   Is a hurtful curse, but I can think of worse   Oh, and by the way, when I talked to you that day   I talked to all your friends   and they told me everything