Galaxy 500 - Rev. Horton Heat

You take the dog

I’ll take the Galaxy 500

You get the cat

I get the cats you don’t want anymore

You take the fish

I’ll take the 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 aint so bad

Cause I got a Galaxy 500

Galaxy 500 in a Galaxy 500

Galaxy 500

I’m in my own galaxy 1973

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

No it’s not air conditioned

It’s not air conditioned

Open the trunk

All of my dirty laundry

All of my junk in the yard

And scattered out into the street

You have the 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