SWEAR I’M GONNA MISS YOU

Well, she was just like me, she wanted to be free
But I didn’t know you could take it that far
Till little Miss Fickle grabbed hold of my pickle
And stuck it tight inside of her jar

I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone. Oh, oh, oh, oh!
I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone

Well, it wasn’t too long, she said, “My god, that’s our song!”
But it wasn’t one that I knew
She said, “It might sound wrong
But there’s a place where I belong
And when I’m there I’ll be thinking of you.”

I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone. Oh, oh, oh, oh!
I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone

We had just had a tickle when little Miss Fickle
Said it was time for this birdie to fly
I thought I was lucky with my little ducky
But now I sit alone and I cry

I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone. Oh, oh, oh, oh!
I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone

Now I’m forty pounds lighter
And the one who’s beside her
He lost thirty, I heard her say
So that’s what love’s good for
I got what I wished for
I couldn’t lose, but she found a way

I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone. Oh, oh, oh, oh!
I swear I’m gonna miss you
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone
Miss you when you’re gone
I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone
Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Ah, la guitaritta!
La Rita Guitaritta!
I love that thing, that’s a sweet little sound you got there!
Me gusto mucho!
La gusta Rita?
It’s a pleasure to meet you
Mucho gusto!
To be here with you.
Hay amigo!
What’d you say?
We swear we’re gonna miss you when you’re gone
Swear we’re gonna miss you when you’re gone
Oh, that’s nice!
We swear we’re gonna miss you when you’re gone
Swear we’re gonna miss you when you’re gone
Hombre! Hombre!
Hombre? I think that means…hombre…hombre…I believe it’s in the H’s. Look under the H’s there…

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

SWEAR I’M GONNA MISS YOU