Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Say goodbye to Madame George
On the train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Early cool night air like Shalimar
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
"Hey love, you forgot your glove"
Say goodbye to Madame George
This is the train
And you know you gotta go
The train, the train, darling
The love that loves to love
Get on the train, the train, the train
And all the little boys comin’ round
And that’s when you fall
Marching with the soldier boy behind
The love that loves to love the love that loves
Say goodbye to Madame George
The loves to love the love that love to love
Say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George
Happy taking Madame George
That loves to love that loves to love the love
Get on the train darling
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain in the back street
The clicking clacking of the high heeled shoe
And as you leave the room is filled with music
Goodbye, goodbye

Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eyes
Get on the train

In the back street, In the back street, In the back street
And immediately drops everything she gots

When you fall into a trance

Dry your eyes for Madame George
And the love that loves to love
Woh, that’s when you fall
Into the eyes of Madame George
This is the train, this is the train darling

Goodbye, goodbye yeah, to Madame George
Say goodbye, goodbye
Laughing music, dancing music, all around the room
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

The one and only Madame George
Got to go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
In a corner playing dominoes in drag

You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
Woo, ooh

Get on the train

Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the rain, hail, sleet and snow

And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through

She jumps up and says, "Lord have mercy I think that it's the cops"
The kids out in the street collecting bottle tops
Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh

Walking away from it all so cool
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
And as you're about to leave she jumps up 'an says
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And you think you've found the bag
Dry your eyes for Madame George
I wonder why for Madame George
In the back street, in the back street

Ford and Fitzroy and Madame George
Well, well down home, down home in the back street
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
Down into the street below
And outside they're making all the stops
Yeah, that’s when you fall
With your folded arms in history books you glance
And the love that loves to love
And from outside the frosty window raps

And the love that loves the love that loves
Wonder why for Madame George
The love that loves to love the loves that love to love
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Wonder why for Madame George
Oh say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eyes for Madame George