Barbra Streisand — So Long Dearie

Dolly: 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 on 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 should have said 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 go'n 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 little lumpy but it rings! Don't come a 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!