Came home early yesterday, a day ahead of when she said
Found me with another girl, caught us lying both in bed

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She didn't say a word
She acted like it didn't even faze her
She opened up the drawer
And just pulled out a whitish sheet of paper

What could I say, what could I do?
My hand was in the cookie jar
The egg was drippin' from my face
Lawyer said I got no case.

(chorus)

Move out fireball express
Got to take me far away from all this mess
Gonna speed away my troubles more or less...
Fireball . . . .

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Writer(s): ANTHONY MARCHELLO