| Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
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| Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
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| Don’t try to stop me Horace please…
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| Wave your little hand and whisper
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| So long dearie
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| You ain’t gonna see me anymore
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| But when you discover that your life is dreary
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| Don’t you come a knockin' at my door
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| For I’ll be all dolled up And singin' that song
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| That says you dog, I told you so So wave your little hand and whisper
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| So long dearie
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| Dearie, should have said so long
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| So long ago
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| Because you’ve treated me so rotten and rough
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| I’ve had enough of feelin' low
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| So wave your little hand and whisper
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| So long dearie
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| Dearie would have said so long
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| So long ago
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| For I can hear that choo choo callin' me on To a fancy new address
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| Yes, I can hear that choo choo callin' me on On board that happiness express
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| I’m gonna learn to dance and drink and smoke a cigarette
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| I’m go’n as far away from Yonkers as a girl can get
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| And on those cold winter nights, Horace…
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| You can snuggle up to your cash register.
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| It’s a bit lumpy but it rings!
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| Don’t come a knockin'
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| I’ll be all dolled up And singin' that song
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| That says you dog, I told you so So Horace, you will find your life a sad old story
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| When you see your Dolly shuffle off to glory
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| Oh I should have said so long…
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| So Long ago! |