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
But when you discover that your life is dreary
Don't you come a-knockin' at my door
For 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

Ah, you treated me so rotten and rough
I had enough of feeling low

So wave your little hand and whisper, "So long, dearie"
Dearie should have said, "So long" so long ago

For I can hear that choo-choo callin' me on
To a fancy new address
Oh Lord, I hear that choo-choo callin' me on
I'm on that happiness express

I'm gonna learn the hoochie-coo 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
Snuggle up to that old 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 dog, 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 ago, ha