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!