If they auctioned my hearton The Sale of the Centurywould it still be thereat the end of the show?Would the Quizmaster-mancall it a booby prize`cos nobody wanted to knowIf they auctioned my heartwould you open the bidding?Or would you stand at the backand blend into the crowd?When the hammer comes downwould you still be aroundto watch me going, going, I'm goneI've gone Yvonneyou're left aloneyou'll find my keys on the tableI never wrotea goodbye noteI didn't think I'd be ableto put down the way I've been feelingdeep inside me the brakes are squealingbut I've never donea hit and runbut Yvonne I've gone, awayWhen the hammer comes downwill you still be around?To watch me going, going, goneI've gone againI've gone Yvonneyou're left aloneyou'll find my keys on the tableI never wrotea goodbye noteI didn't think I'd be ableto put down the way I've been feelingdeep inside me the brakes are squealingbut I've never donea hit and runbut Yvonne I've gone, awayIf they auctioned my hearton The Sale of the Centuryplease try to make surethat you are there`cos Lot 59is this old heart of mineand it's going, going, nowhereI've gone Yvonneyou're left aloneyou'll find my keys on the tableI never wrotea goodbye noteI didn't think I'd be ableto put down the way I've been feelingdeep inside me the brakes are squealingbut I've never donea hit and runbut Yvonne I've gone, away