Well, it's sunrise on the freeway as I get back from town
Find you standin' in my boots, kicking my dog around
Empty bottles on the floor
Enough to build a monument
Then you've got the nerve to tell me
Think about it baby, who needs you?
Now you can save your lip, just pack your grip
And leave a trail of smoke behind you
Can you tell me baby, who needs you?
Last week you pulled another of your tricks
You let your brother move in here with a heard of freaks
They ate us out of house and home
Turned this place into a sty
Darlin' by tomrrow you'll be eatin' humble pie
Think about it baby, who needs you?
Now you can save your lip, just pack your grip
And leave a trail of smoke behind you