Two weeks notice
(Billy Bob Thornton/Brad Davis)
I'm staying here in this place of mine The one where you drove me out of my mind But I'll give you a chance to get your bags all packed I'm staying here while you're going south I'm real damn sick of you running your mouth But here's what I'll do I'm going to cut you a little slack I'll give you two weeks notice I'll give you two weeks notice I'll give you two weeks notice In case you didn't hear You've bitched and moaned at me for ten long years You manipulated me with phony tears But this is the end of that mess and the end of the road I'm psychologically plumb wore out I don't know much but I got no doubt That I'm about to dump me a hundred and ten pound load