Dolly: Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye. Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye. Don't try to stop me Horace, please... Wave your little hand and whisper So long dearie You ain't gonna see me anymore And when you discover that your life is dreary Don't you come a knockin' at my door 'Cause I'll be all dolled up And singin' that song That says you dog, I told you so So wave your little hand and whisper So long dearie Dearie, should have said so long So long ago Because you've treated me so rotten and rough I've had enough of feelin' low So wave your little hand and whisper So long dearie Dearie would have said so long So long ago For I can hear that choo choo callin' me on To a fancy new address Yes, I can hear that choo choo callin' me on On board that happiness express I'm gonna learn to dance and drink and smoke a cigarette I'm go'n as far away from Yonkers as a girl can get So...on those cold winter nights, Horace... You can snuggle up to your cash register. It's a bit lumpy but it rings! Don't come a knockin' I'll be all dolled up And singin' that song That says you dog, I told you so So Horace, you will find your life a sad old story You'll be livin' in that lonesome territory When you see your Dolly shuffle off to glory Oh I should have said so long... How could I have been wrong? Oh, I should have said so long... So Long ago! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
