Geez, he said, the bands don't seem to play round here no more   And Saturday night just ain't the same   Wish everything was back the way it used to be before      Now I sit here and push my long hair back behind my ears   The face I used to hide behind, is now becoming ghostly with the years      Goodbye, tiger   Chasing those dolce vita times   Somehow you seem to have left me far behind   But you can hear me whisper on the nightline   "Goodbye Tiger"      I keep shifting round, I wear the dust of many foreign streets   Drifting and shifting with the wind   Now this same wind is howling like a cyclone here inside   And I see I've got nothing left to hide    Nobody's gonna take the stage tonight   But I'll sit here anyway, and sigh      Goodbye, tiger   Chasing those dolce vita times   Somehow you seem to have left me far behind   But you can hear me whisper on the nightline   "Goodbye Tiger"