Walking to the big screen
Oh, and he looks so good in Technicolor
Kissing him in your dreams
Oh, and, you know, Paul Newman's that much duller than him
And you know it's true
It's a sin when he sees you

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Watching him from the back row
Oh, and in bed he looks so wonderful
Sucking chocolate in Pepsi flow
Oh, and all the party girls, they drool for him
And you know it's right
When he wins the one in the light

Coming close to the big times
Oh, and he sounds so good in stereo
Italian name on a long sign
Oh, and all the Greta Garbos know
That it's good, when he's touching the shy
As he should, when he's making your life

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye