Dear John
He spent a lifetime counting money
So long
The years they all merge into one
68, 79, 82, and 95
He made a living from accountancy
But then he cried I've had enough
He said Baby
Do you read me?
I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me
He said Baby
Do you read me?
I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me
Dear John
Why don't you answer your calls?
He's had enough of doing tax returns
What's wrong?
You're not at work or at home
He's on a train heading down to the coast
Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach
And a message on your dictaphone
And it said Baby
Do you read me?
I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me
And it said Baby
Do you read me?
I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me
Some say he made the swim to Normandy
And lost his heart to a local girl
They lived with 25 of her family
One mother
One father
Three sisters
Four brothers
Eight nephews
Eight nieces
Two uncles
Three aunts
Plus
Three dogs
Equals
Goodbye
Farewell
Cheerio
See ya
Adieu
Au revoir
Toodle pip
So long
