peter gunn

Lyrics

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.