I fell in love with a hooker   She laughed in my face   So seriously I took her   I was a disgrace   I was out of line   I was out of place   Out of time to save face   See the open mouth of my suitcase   Saying "Leave this place . . .   Leave without a trace . . . "   Leave without a trace   I tried to get a good job   With honest pay   Might as well join the mob   The benefits are okay   Standing in the sun with a popsicle   Anything is possible   With a lot of luck and a pretty face   And some time to waste   Leave without a trace . . .   Leave without a trace . . .   I tried to dance at a funeral   New Orleans style   I joined the Grave Dancers' Union   I had to file   Trying to do the right thing   Play it straight   The right thing changes from state to state   Don't forget to take your mace   If you're out working late   I liked to see your face   You left without a trace   Leave without a trace