Long Gone

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 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 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