And if anyone else should ask you
Wherever she may be
Well folks, now that you have heard my story
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Hallelujah as we go along, well
But she'll never find another sweetheart like me, yeah
Then keep me six crap-shooting pallbearers
Put a red-hot jazz band, we raise
Tell your mother that you are somebody new
Say boy, hand me another shot of that rye
Feel the breeze blow and tell 'em all, "Look out here it comes!"
Now I can say whatever I feel like to you
Well she looks so good, so cold, so fair
She's stretched out on a long, white table
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Take apart your bones and put 'em back together
You may search this whole wide world over