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 walk 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. 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.
Compositor: Henry Mancini / Jay Livingston / Ray Evans