| You said you’d always love me,
|
| Told me that you’d be true;
|
| But when my money was spent
|
| And I owed for the rent,
|
| Where were you?
|
| I used to feed you lamb chops,
|
| Lived up on Park Avenue;
|
| But when we ran out of cash
|
| And we had to eat hash,
|
| Where were you?
|
| Whenever dark clouds gather
|
| And nothing’s goin' right,
|
| That’s when I find
|
| You’re never out of my mind;
|
| You’re always out of sight!
|
| We had a rich friend to dinner,
|
| He was good lookin' too!
|
| But when he went back to town
|
| And I looked all around,
|
| Where were you?
|
| Whenever I feel real lonesome,
|
| I miss your tender lips!
|
| I look all around,
|
| But where you ought to be found,
|
| I find a total eclipse!
|
| We walked up the aisle to the alter,
|
| But somehow you missed your cue;
|
| 'Cause when the preacher said, «Pal,
|
| Do you take this gal?»,
|
| Where were you?
|
| In Indiana?
|
| Or Alabama?
|
| Carolina?
|
| Or maybe China?
|
| Baby, where were you? |