Good-Bye, Good Lookin' Well it's hard to tell what's on an angel's mind
But a suitcase means the same thing every time
One minute she loved me
The next she was gone
Goodbye, good-lookin', so long. She had 40-karat eyes and a figure fit to k**
She had legs that would not quit; they're walking still
Too good to let go of
But too hard to hold on
So goodbye, good-lookin', so long. I may be blue forever after
But life can't always be diamonds and dreams, love and laughter