Dear John He spent a lifetime counting money So long The years, they all merge into one '68, '79, '82 and '95 He made a living from accountancy But then he cried, "I've had enough"
He said, "Baby," "Do you read me?" "I think these numbers are Beginning to eat me" He said, "Baby," "Do you read me?" "I think these numbers are Beginning to eat me"
Dear John Why don't you answer your calls? He's had enough of doing your tax returns What's wrong? You're not at work or at home He's on a train heading down to the coast Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach And a message on your dictaphone
And it said, "Baby," "Do you read me?" "I think these numbers are Beginning to eat me" It said, "Baby," "Do you read me?" "I think these numbers are Beginning to eat me"
Some say he made the swim to Normandy And lost his heart to a local girl They lived with 25 of her family One mother, one father Three sisters, four brothers Eight nephews, eight nieces Two uncles, three aunts Plus three dogs Equals Hell
Goodbye, farewell Cheerio, see ya Adieu, au revoir Toodle pip So longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
