Peter Gunn

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.