You don't have to shout,
From now on, I'm out of the kitchen
What's more, I can't stand your cigarette brand,
And I'm switchen'
I'm unhappy with things the way that they've occured
It is time to face facts and not mince a word
Certain parties with bird-brains are getting the bird
Au revior, fare-thee-well and goodbye And I'll tell you why

A funny thing happened on my way to love
I lost the young fella I've been dreaming of
He changed while I waited and hoped for his call,
To someone who's no fun at all
Well, I've stopped forgetting, what else can I do?
And much thanks for letting me practise on you
It's farewell my lovely, excuse, please, my dust
Unravel and travel I must
No tears, no hurt surprise,
It's with a pleasant glow I realise
If I have that much love so deep, true and strong
All ready to hand you, my dear Mr Wrong
Then think of the treasures, the joy and delight,
I'll give to my own Mr Right
My own Mr Right
So asta la vista, ta-ta, toodle-oo,
The world will keep turning but not around you
There's someone else waiting that's more than a friend
Best wishes and dishes I'll send
And so, so-long, I'm on my way
Thanks for the buggy-ride and may I say -
If I have that much love so deep true and strong
Already to hand you, my dear Mr Wrong
Then think of the treasures, the joy and delight,
I'll give, as long as I live, at night,
To my own Mr Right