Every night your line is busy

All that buzzin' makes me dizzy

Couldn't count on all my fingers

All the dates you had with swingers

Bye, bye, bye, baby

I'm gonna kiss you goodbye and go right through that doorway

So long, I'm leaving

This is the last time we'll meet on the street going your way

Don't look surprised, you know you've buttered your bread

So now it's fair, you should stare at the back of my head

If you write a letter to me

My former friend, don't you end with an R.S.V.P.

I'm going bye, bye, I'm moving

Tomorrow I may be splittin' to Britain or Norway

I'm saying bye, bye, bye baby

Now that I heard all that jazzing whereas I have had it, I've had it