Bye, bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.
I gotta be seeing you around
When I change my living standard and I move uptown,
Bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.
(igual primeiro verso)
I get the feeling I could chase you clean on in the ball
And wind up staying pull off, put down strung out and stalled.
Honey, I ain't got time to wait on you or to fetch your superball
I got lots of things I've got to do.
I know that you got things to do and places to be.
I guess I'll have to find the thing you placed on me.
I may wind up in the street or sleep beneath a tree,
Still I guess you know honey I've gotta go.
Bye, bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.