Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye   Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye   Don't try to stop me, Horace, please      Wave your little hand and whisper so long dearie   You ain't gonna see me anymore   And when you discover that your life is dreary   Don't you come knockin' at my door      'Cause I'll be all dolled up and singin' that song   That says, "You dog, I told you so"   So wave your little hand and whisper so long dearie   Dearie, should have said so long, so long ago      Because you've treated me so rotten and rough   I've had enough of feelin' low   So wave your little hand and whisper, so long dearie   Dearie would have said so long, so long ago      For I can hear that Choo Choo callin' me on   To a fancy new address   Yes, I can hear that Choo Choo callin' me on   On board that Happiness Express      I'm gonna learn to dance and drink and smoke a cigarette   I'm goin' as far away from Yonkers as a girl can get   So and on those cold winter nights, Horace   You can snuggle up to your cash register      It's a bit lumpy but it rings, don't come knockin'   I'll be all dolled up and singin' that song   That says, "You dog, I told you so"      So Horace, you will find your life a sad old story   You'll be livin' in that lonesome territory   When you see your Dolly shuffle off to glory      Oh, I should have said so long   How could I have been wrong?   Oh, I should have said so long   So long ago