Story Behind The Song

I have made so many mistakes I thought it would only be fair to poke fun at myself.

Song Description

Irony & humor saturate this tounge in cheek "blues standard" about a disguntled lover left alone due to his own misbehavior.

Lyrics

Why you never come round here no more?
Guess you got a good thing goin? so yer gone
Maybe it?s to Turkey or to Greece
Maybe it?s to Chile you musta got cold feet

Did you go to Hollywood & break a leg?
You know that you could call collect dear but?cha don?t
Maybe it?s to Saturn or to Mars
Or if it?s Hollywood yer out there with the shooting stars

Babe I know there?s some mistake
So please hurry back before it?s too late
Babe I?m hungry must I wait?
Because I ain?t got no dinner how much must I take?
How much must I take?

I heard the neighbors talkin? I told em? you were homeward bound
Told em? you were at your mother?s so quit messin? around

So maybe I?m too skinny or too fat
But if you need some love girl you know where I?m at
Said you know where I?m at

mmm?

Well there?s just dead flowers on my porch
I?m the leftover part of leavin? just left out
Well I got the dog at least
But I forgot to feed him so
All that?s left of him?s his mangy fleece

Why you never come round any more?
Guess you got up