You take the dog
I'll take the Galaxie 500
You get the cat
I get the couch you don't want anymore

You take the fish
I'll take the bowl
You take the dishes
While you're at it take my soul
But things ain't so bad
'Cause I've got a Galaxie 500

You get the house
I get a cheap motel room
You get a friend
But that should not matter to me anymore
You have a thing and he's just a friend
I can't believe that this is the end
But things ain't so bad
'Cause I got a Galaxie 500
Galaxie 500, in a Galaxie 500
Galaxie 500

I'm in my own Galaxie 1973
In my own Galaxie
You probably would have wanted this too
But it's not air-conditioned
No, it's not air-conditioned
No, it's not air-conditioned
No, it's not air-conditioned
It's not air-conditioned
Open the trunk
All of my dirty laundry
All of my junk in the yard
And scattered out into the street
You have a thing with my old guitar
I can't believe that you took it this far
But things ain't so bad 'cause I got a Galaxie 500
Galaxie 500
In a Galaxie 500
Galaxie 500
In a Galaxie 500