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      Chorus      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      Chorus      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