The telephone's bin ringin'

Ringin' off the wall

It's your Las Vegas lawyer

Another long distance call

He says you get the house and the car

And I get the clothes I got on

Chorus

Now she's gone

Long, long, long, long gone

Now I'm a happy boy

She's long, long, long, long gone

Operator get me Manhattan

Get my baby on the line

Sooner or later she's gotta realize

That all my feelin's were for real

But maybe she was leadin' me on

Chorus

She took the Frigidair

She got my favourite chair

You could say she got the best of me

It's like a legal crime

But in a matter of time

She'll be back for the rest of me