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