Short Trip
I'm saving it all down to my last nickel
For for a trip that may sound to you radical.
Recycling my cans
And planning my plans
I'm about to take a short sabbatical.
I pack all my stuff in the car
Including my gas money jar
It's a full as can be,
A whole buck ninety-three.
It's okay, I'm not going very far.
About one mile out of town I start yearnin'
Last year I went three (seems I'm learning)
I say, "Aww phooey!"
And then flip a U-ey
'Cause the best part of vacation is returnin'.
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