Expatriot - Loudon Wainwright III

You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes

Might seem sentimental or sound like sour grapes

Sell my clothes and furniture or give 'em to the Goodwill store

I’m goin' overseas I’m not comin' back anymore

Maybe it’s a little romantic for a middle-age man like me

I’m gonna be an expatriate just you wait and see

Livin' in a Garret in Paris a House-Boat in Amsterdam

Smokin' a beard, growin' a pipe, doin' the best I can

Like Gauguin I’m a gonna go to Tahiti, wait and see

Find a little brown skin girl to fall in love with me

For years and years you’re gonna wonder just where I’ve gone

Maybe when I’m eighty years old I’ll come back home

There’ll be parades and ceremonies

Retrospectives too

And that brown skin girl will be so sad

I came back to you

You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes