| I’ll be a long gone daddy when they find my note
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| But just for the record this is what I wrote
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| I’m relocating to a foreign shore
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| You won’t have me to kick around no more
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| You can’t make me stay
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| I’m leaving today
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| It’s anchors aweigh
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| I’m shipping out to Tokyo Bay
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| There’s a solemn little geisha pining for me
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| Under a parasol out on the quay
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| She knows I’m coming from beyond the sea
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| And she’s hoping and a-praying most fervently
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| That today’s the day I come smoking into Tokyo Bay
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| I’ll find a liner, then my plan
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| To work my ticket as some kind of hand
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| Maybe picking up after the cabaret band
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| Anything to get my toes in the sands of Tokyo Bay
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| Well in a dim dockside canteen I know
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| With my collar turned up and my cap down low
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| All dressed up like a matelot
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| I got my grip in my hand packed ready to go
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| I’ll be long gone daddy when they find my note
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| But just for the record this is what I wrote
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| You, you, you can’t make me stay
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| I’m leaving today
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| So glad to say
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| I’m heading up the gangway
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| Bound for Tokyo Bay
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| Tokyo Bay
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| I’ll be long gone daddy
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| Be long gone daddy
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| Long, long gone daddy
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| Long gone daddy
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| So long
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| That’s all I wrote |