I fell in love with a hooker
She laughed in my face
So seriously I took her
I was a disgrace
I was out of line; I was out of place
Out of time to save face
See the open mouth of my suitcase
Sayin' leave this place
Leave without a trace
Leave without a trace
Leave without a trace
I tried to get a good job
With honest pay
I might as well join the mob
The benefits are okay
Standing in the sun with a popsicle
Everything is possible
With a lot of luck and a pretty face
And some time to waste
Leave without a trace
Leave without a trace
Leave without a trace
I tried to dance at a funeral
New Orleans style
I joined the Grave Dancer's Union
I had to file
Trying to do the right thing, play it straight
