Moving Day

Aw, crap!
 Aw, ah, oh fine
 Grrrr, god-damn it
 Saturday, sure
 My god, what have I done?
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 Move his stuff
 Move his stuff
 Move his stuff
 Move his stuff
 Staring at the wall
 What have I committed to?
 A sacred social pact
 Something you cannot undo
 Friendship maintenance and guilt
 Forms a moving crew
 If I do not help you move
 Then you won't help me move
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 You told us to be here right at noon
 Yet you are still packing and guilty of betrayal number one
 We're working, but you have been slacking
 Up and down and up and down
 And up and down the stairs again
 You hoard all your useless crap
 You refuse to donate to goodwill
 And I sacrifice my weekend
 To wading through your forsaken loot
 And we repeatedly ask, "What is this?"
 "Where's this go?" "What do you do with this?"
 I now descend down the stairs
 Prone all alone in the spider basement
 Up and down and up and down
 And up and down the stairs again
 Up and down and up and down
 I wish that you were not my friend
 What is all this pointless shit you kept?
 Ugly lobster tongs from your Uncle Jeff
 Curse your box, that's overstuffed
 With textbooks, you forgot existed
 Oh shit, woah
 This is fun!
 It's moving day
 Nothing says, "Thanks, buddy"
 Like a five dollar Little Caesars, hot and ready
 It's moving day
 Nothing gives life meaning
 Like doing heavy lifting all day and sneezing
 It's moving day
 Nothing says commitment
 Like the friend with the truck that couldn't make it
 It's moving day
 I just love getting splinters
 Then whacking my shins before smashing my fingers
 God-damn it
 Ow
 Two more trips, and we got this
 Move his stuff
 Move his stuff
 There's more stuff
 So much stuff
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 Flinch from that dog that barks
 Every freakin' time you pass by it
 And we disagree, please tell me
 How do you move a goddamn plant?
 Drip on my head, now it rains
 And I'm wet, the boxes are ripping
 And spilling all your cables, kneeling down
 On the ground now, my shoes are all squishy
 DVI and VGA
 S-Video and RCA
 USB 1, 2, and 3
 Mini, Micro, A and B
 40-Pin IDE
 A wired mouse from '93
 Broken parts you can't replace
 You better keep 'em just in case
 Guilty of betrayal number two
 All the restaurants closed, and it's too late for food
 You disappeared two hours ago
 Come back and now you smell like reefer
 Dude, I'm about to beat you to death with this vacuum cleaner
 It's moving day
 So glad it's raining
 I'm hauling your junk as you stand there complaining
 It's moving day
 Well, this is a treat
 The Sun's gone down and there's nothing to eat
 It's moving day
 Betrayal number three
 You exaggerated how quick this would be
 It's moving day
 Having so much fun
 It's 1 a.m. and we're still not done
 Movin' a couch
 Movin' a couch
 Oh, hold on a second, I'm losing my grip (hold on)
 Movin' a couch
 Movin' a couch
 Ow! Ow! You're crushing my hand
 Movin' a couch
 Movin' a couch
 We're movin' a couch
 Ugh, let's stop for a second
 Should we take the legs off?
 Should we take the door off?
 No-no-no, just tilt it a little that way
 No, my right, not-not your right
 Tilt it up and twist it, like, no
 Cool, we put another hole in the wall!
 Well, kiss that deposit goodbye
 Fuck that door, we didn't need it anyway
 Break out the chainsaw
 Gonna cut it in half
 One love seat's now two recliners
 I'll set all your stuff on fire
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 Furniture
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 Watch it burn
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 Old apartment
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 New apartment too
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 Hey, do you need both of these blenders?
 Burn it to the ground
 Burn it to the ground
 'Cause I really need a blender
 I really like smoothies
 I saw a sweet recipe online
 I wanna try it, my blender's broke
 Ah, you have two, doesn't make any sense