I believe 
If you wanted to leave,
You would seek relief, 
You would seek to alleviate. 

Sell your house to the banker, 
Grab your tchotchkes and papers too 
Get the hell out of Madison, 
All the dirt you wander through 

Go and call the accountant, 
Grab your dope and your shell toe shoes 
Fax it off to your lawyer, 
All the dirt you wander through 

All of you 
Floats down flat bush avenue 
All run through 
With all the weight of all you knew 

Nobody likes you 
Nobody you like likes you now