Baby Bye Bye

Listening to the big guy’s new CD laying in bed
The one his producer thinks he never shoulda made
But it gets me going, gets me into the shower
What a shock to be awake at this early hour
And you’re gone, it was time to fly
And all that’s left is the fact we tried
So thanks for the tunes and thanks for the time
You’re gone now, baby bye bye
Them guys from Orange County, man do they wail
Shakes my brain and it shakes my tail
New girl on top of me, will this work out
I retreat to the kitchen and sort it all out
And you’re gone, it was time to fly
And all that’s left is the fact we tried
So thanks for the tunes and thanks for the time
You’re gone now, baby bye bye
You left your keys on the table
And on the bed you left a rose
And a note that said, «My CDs won’t fit in the car
You can keep 'em I s’pose.»
This disc was left out in the sun
It’s warped and it’s hissing
I can’t place the voice and the insert’s missing
I turn off the phone so if you don’t call it’s all right
And maybe I won’t listen to nothing tonight
And you’re gone, it was time to fly
And all that’s left is the fact we tried
So thanks for the tunes and thanks for the time
You’re gone now, baby bye bye
You’re gone, it was time to fly
And all that’s left is the fact we tried
So thanks for the tunes and thanks for the time
You’re gone now, baby bye bye
You’re gone now, baby bye bye
You’re gone now, baby bye bye