Song Description
Good riddance, you jerk
Song Length |
2:52 |
Genre |
Jazz - Swing |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Ecstatic, Incensed |
Subject |
Video, Telephone |
Similar Artists |
Barenaked Ladies, Squirrel Nut Zippers |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Music by Jeff Lazarus
Lyric by Tom Toce
BYE-BYE, ALOHA, YO
Try to work things out? My god, I
Tried till I thought I’d burst.
There can be no doubt our love has died,
Here you heard it first.
So I’ll quit pretending there’s a chance
We can save the day.
I used to need the agita,
But somehow I’ve come to say, hey . . .
Bye-bye, aloha, yo.
Pack up my bags and go.
Don’t ask what’s wrong;
That’s a whole song,
A big megillah
I ain’t about to sing.
You might as well be asking
Why does a blizzard blow?
How does a flower grow?
What makes the rain?
Auf wiedersehen,
Bye-bye, alo-
Ha, yo!
Did we try our best, you ask me—why?
Did you try your worst?
Everything’s a test with you, a game
With the rules reversed.
Till I told myself, “you little fool,
You don’t have to play.”
I used to keep the freaking score,
But now all I do is say, hey . . .
Bye-bye, aloha, yo.
Bet me to win, not show.
I’m out in front;
You’ll have to punt
Or shoot the moon, I
Told you the rules were weird--
And now I’ve disappeared
With far less than half our dough.
Don’t say I dealt you low.
You got a deal.
Hey, it’s been real.
Bye-bye, alo-
Ha, yo!
Bye-bye, aloha, yo!
Or as the French'll tell you,
"Ta, ta! And cheerio!"
Hey, it had to be done, you son of a gun,
I'm leaving you before you can count to one!
You could be banking on a last-minute tear.
Well, sorry, my dear,
The tears're shed and dead and buried long ago.
So, I'm so over you.
It feels real good to be splittin'.
You're dead wood, little kitten.
Fin'ly gonna see some sunshine without you,
Banish all the doom and gloom all about you.
Ev'ryone's been wondering when--
I guess I wanted to be sure
And I am positively positive in telling you
Aloha, yo!
Okie-dokey.
Westward ho!
Like an Okie.
Don't be so surprised--you should have seen it coming
Ages ago, Daddy-o.
And if you ask me
Is there anything I think you should learn,
I'll only tell you what my mama always taught me,
And my mama always said that when you
Sell, sell high;
Oh, and when you
Buy, buy low.
That's the only way to grow!
There's nothing lower than the lows that I've had with you.
She knew a thing or two.
Maybe I'll be sorry--I don't see how.
Anyway, I'm saying ciao
And sayonara, baby.
Maybe I'll repeat it for emphasis--
And in a voice like this, fortissimo:
Aloha, yo!