Ramones

Skies were cloudy everyday

Nothing wanted to grow

We had our last chance

I think I told you so

Every dinner was crummy

Nothing was on T.V.

I was ready to pack it up

Our heads were so achey



You didn't mean anything to me

You didn't mean anything to me



We got to get away

Another lawn to mow

We had our last chance

I think I told you so

Ever dinner was crummy

Even the ones for free

I was ready to pack it up

Forget the agony



You didn't mean anything to me

Everybody was cranky

Even the maids were mean

We ran into a miracle

There was beer in the soda machine

Every dinner was crummy

Even the ones for free

I was ready to pack it up

Forget the agony



You didn't mean anything to me