Gather, round me, buddies
Hold, your glasses high
And drink, to a fool, a crazy fool,
who told, his baby, goodbye.
#2.
Too late, he's found, he loves her.
So much, he wants to die.
But drink, to a fool, a crazy fool,
who told, his baby, goodbye.
He needs her, he needs her so.
He wonders why he let her go-oh-oh-oh.
#3.
She's found, a new love, buddy
He's a lucky guy.
So drink to the fool cause I'm that fool,
who told, my baby, goodbye.
He needs her, he needs her so.
He wonders why he let her go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
#4.
She's found, a new love, buddy
He's a lucky guy.
So drink, to a fool, cause I'm that fool,
who told, my baby, goodbye
who told my baby, goodbye
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.