Story Behind The Song

My co-writer and I found common ground in our longing to purge a good deal of our belongings, and in our desire to write a funny song.

Song Description

A humorous look at the love/hate relationship we have with our possessions. A rocking rapid-fire list song with a one-word refrain.

Lyrics

STUFF

I SHOVED MY ARM INSIDE THE BOX OF FROSTED LUCKY CHARMS
YELLOW MOONS AND PINK HEARTS SPILLING
I WAS A JUNIOR CONSUMER COLLECTING ALL SEVEN
GOING FOR THE PRIZE WAS THRILLING
TV COMMERCIALS MADE AN IMPRESSION
IT WAS POSESSION OBSESSION
I HAD YO YO'S, DOMINOES, HI HO CHERRY O
ROLLER SKATES, AN EASY BAKE, BARBIE CHRONIC-BAD-HAIR-DAY
SLINKY SLINKING OFF THE SHELF, GUMBY TWISTED ROUND HIMSELF
I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH
I WAS CRAZY ABOUT HAVING
STUFF...STUFF, STUFF, STUFF, STUFF
STUFF...CRAZY ABOUT THAT STUFF

I STARED AT MY FOUR REMOTES AND WONDERED WHEN I LOST CONTROL
I JUST KEPT ACCUMULATIN'
I TRIED HARD TO HIDE MY SINS IN RUBBERMAID STORAGE BINS
HAUNTING ME FROM THE BASEMENT
THEY LINED THE WALLS LIKE LITTLE COFFINS
I WAS SCARED TO CLEAN TOO OFTEN
I HAD A TREADMILL, CORDLESS DRILL, 2 OR 3 GEORGE FORMAN GRILLS
A FONDUE POT, CUISENART, A BATTERY-POWERED SINGING TROUT
BOOKS ON HOW TO ORGANIZE, A MASTER MEANT TO THIN MY THIGHS
I NEEDED ALL THIS TO FUNCTION
I WAS DYING OF CONSUMPTION (FROM ALL THIS)
STUFF...STUFF, STUFF, STUFF, STUFF
STUFF...CRAZY FROM ALL THIS STUFF

BRIDGE
I THOUGHT, I'LL THROW IT OUT OR BLOW IT UP OR GIVE IT TO GOODWILL
I'VE GOT SO MUCH JUNK I COULD START MY OWN LANDFILL

I SHOVED THE LAST BAG OF TRASH INTO THE OVERFLOWING DUMPSTER
I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID IT
NOW THE ONLY THING I OWN IS MY FORD EXPLORER
TO ALL THE REST I SAY GOOD RIDDANCE
I'M TAKING A ROAD TRIP TO FREEDOM....BUT WAIT
THERE ARE A FEW THINGS I MIGHT BE NEEDIN'
A ROAD MAP...OH YEAH, SOME CAR SNACKS...
I GOTTA HAVE MY CRACKER JACKS
A FIRST AID KIT, I NEED SOME CHAPSTICK
OH, AIR SUPPLY'S GREATEST HITS
CHEWING GUM, MILK DUDS, TRAVEL MUG, DRIVING GLOVES
A COOLER FULL OF DIET COKE, SUNGLASSES LIKE JACKIE O'S
A HANGING CAR AIR FRESHENER, A HEATED CUSHION FOR MY REAR
OH, THIS IS GONNA BE TOUGH
I JUST CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MY
STUFF...STUFF, STUFF, STUFF, STUFF
STUFF...STUFF, STUFF, STUFF, STUFF
STUFF...I'VE GOT TO HAVE MY STUFF

Jane Godfrey and Melanie Johnson ©2007