Lyrics:I Gave My Suitcase Away

by Andy Partridge

That vase could do with flowers. That fireplace needs wood. I'm going to be around so I'll fix this house up good. Well me, I'm sick of travelling, But now I'm home to stay. So I won't be heading nowhere, I gave my suitcase away. I gave it to a beggar, A saint too poor to sin. He said that he could use it, To keep his troubles in. Well me, I'm sick of travelling, It's been all work, no play. So I won't be heading nowhere, I gave my suitcase away. I know it was expensive And a birthday gift from you. I hope you're not offended, That's the last thing I intended to do. Well me, I'm sick of travelling, So here is where I'll lay And I won't be heading nowhere, I gave my suitcase away. Well me, I'm tired of roaming around. Home is where the heart is So the smartest people say. So I won't be heading nowhere, I gave my suitcase away. Yes, I gave my suitcase away. I gave my suitcase away.