I Gotta Go Songtext
von Leslie Mendelson

I feel winter coming, and it′s been a long, long year
Going down to Mexico to grab myself a beer and take it slow
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
If I stay here one more minute, I'll be dead before I know
I gotta go

I′ve been sitting here too long, the walls are closing in
Choking on these cigarettes and drowning in this gin, oh no
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
'Cause hey, this ain't no party when it′s ten degrees below
I gotta go

Well, if you want to come pick me up
And follow me down
Well, if you want to be a stick in the mud
Then you stick around
Hey, just let me know
I gotta go


Well, there′s cobwebs on the ceiling
And there's insects on the floor
Every time I sweep ′em up, they're coming back for more
Oh, no
Whoa, whoa, I gotta go
Well, I might be a schmuck, but hey, you know I ain′t no schmo
I gotta go

Well, if you want to come pick me up
And follow me down
Well, if you want to be a stick in the mud
Then you stick around
Hey, just let me know
I gotta go
Baby, I gotta go
Baby, I gotta go

I've already packed my bags
They′re right by the door
Going, going, gone