My shadow and I have decided to split

    We're no longer getting along,

For several months now he's wanted to quit,

He says I'm a boring old stay-at-home git,

Without the ambition, the courage or wit

    To ever do anything wrong.

 

He says when his servitude's over and done

    He's gonna live life on a whim,

He wants to make most of his time in the sun,

Meet beautiful women and carry a gun,

There's even a chance I could share in the fun

    If willing to trail after him.