Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Don't try to stop me, Horace, please Wave your little hand and whisper so long dearie

You ain't gonna see me anymore

And when you discover that your life is dreary

Don't you come knockin' at my door 'Cause I'll be all dolled up and singin' that song

That says, "You dog, I told you so"

So wave your little hand and whisper so long dearie

Dearie, should have said so long, so long ago Because you've treated me so rotten and rough

I've had enough of feelin' low

So wave your little hand and whisper, so long dearie

Dearie would have said so long, so long ago For I can hear that Choo Choo callin' me on

To a fancy new address

Yes, I can hear that Choo Choo callin' me on

On board that Happiness Express I'm gonna learn to dance and drink and smoke a cigarette

I'm goin' 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 bit lumpy but it rings, don't come knockin'

I'll be all dolled up and singin' that song

That says, "You dog, I told you so" So Horace, you will find your life a sad old story

You'll be livin' in that lonesome territory

When you see your Dolly shuffle off to glory Oh, I should have said so long

How could I have been wrong?

Oh, I should have said so long

So long ago