The End

Pack up your bags put on your shoes
Pick up your things 'cause I got nothing to lose
Now it's back out on the streets girl from where you came
Once you get a taste of life you'll be back at my door again

And I told you time and again
You get it together baby it's the end
It's the end

Take out your cards but you never gave
Tried and tried to love you
But you wouldn't behave
Now it's Miss Social Life with a Hollywood tan
When you're going to learn what it takes to please a man

And I told you time and again
You get it together baby it's the end
It's the end

Baby it's the end
Baby it's the end
Baby it's the end