I like it    I don't like it

I've never seen

Such a sad queen

As Eddie.

I've seen him raving,

Maybe even in pain,

But never

Weeping like a baby.

On Saturday afternoon

He was really fine to him.

But on Saturday evening,

Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.

But now his boy is leaving.

Hey, boy, you're so young

To be a queen weeping.

You're just a little princess.

Oh, Eddie, don't!

Cause what can I do

But listen to you tell your story?

On Saturday afternoon

He was really fine to him.

But on Saturday evening,

Oh, well Eddie was so pretty.

But now his boy is leaving.

But now his boy is leaving.

But now his boy is leaving him.

Queenie, come home soon!