Dear John

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 your 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