Well, Horace, it looks as if there's nothing more for me to say,
but...
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Don't try and stop me, Horace,
please.
Wave your little hand and whisper so long,
dearie,
you ain't gonna see me anymore.
But when you discover that
your life is dreary,
don't you come a -knockin'
on my door.
Cause I'll be all dolled up and singing that
song that says you dog, I told you so.
So wave your little hand and whisper
so long dearie, dearie,
shoulda said so long, so long ago.
Because you treated me so
rotten and rough,
I've had enough of feeling low.
So wave your little hand and whisper so long,
deary, deary,
shoulda said so long,
so long ago.
For I can hear that choo -choo calling me on
to a fancy new address.
Yes, I can hear that
choo -choo calling me on,
on board that Happiness Express.
I'm gonna learn to dance and drink
and smoke a cigarette.
I'm going as far away from yonkers
as a girl can get.
So...
And on those cold winter nights, Horace,
you can snuggle
up to your cash register.
It's a little lumpy, but it rings.
Don't come a -knockin',
I'll be all dolled up and singin' that song that says you're dolled.
I told you so!
So, Horace, you will find your
life a sad old story
When you see your dolly
shuffle off to glory
Oh, I should have said so long
So long!
you