The world goes around and the young men get oldThe people next door are all down with the coldThe stars are in the heavens, that's where they belongBut they don't shine in my world since baby is goneIf I were a writer, I'd write me a songBut all I could say is my baby is goneThey had a fire sale downtown yesterdayThey say the new courthouse will be finished right awayThe weatherman said sunshine, but I know he's wrongBut I don't really care, cause baby is goneIf I were a traveler, I'd write me a songI'd go to Hong Kong and try to forget that my baby is goneThe sheep are in the meadow, the cows are in the cornAnd I'm here awakeWishing I'd never been bornThe newspaper said that the world's going wrongAin't worried about the world, cause baby is goneIf I were a singer, I'd sing me a songBut who wants to sing when his baby is gone?If I were a singer, I'd sing me a songBut who wants to sing when his baby is gone?If I were a singer, I'd sing me a songBut who wants to sing when his baby is gone?