So now it's fair, you should stare at the back of my head
So long, I'm leaving
If you write a letter to me
Bye, bye, bye, baby
I'm saying bye, bye, bye baby
I'm through now with you now
I'm going bye, bye, I'm moving
Don't look surprised, you know you've buttered your bread
Couldn't count on all my fingers
All the dates you had with swingers
So baby it's au revouir
Tomorrow I may be splittin' to Britain or Norway
I'm gonna kiss you goodbye and go right through that doorway
This is the last time we'll meet on the street going your way
My former friend, don't you end with an R.S.V.P.
Now that I heard all that jazzing whereas I have had it, I've had it