Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
Cab Calloway
[Spoken:]
What's the matter with you, pops; you sure look beat about the gills this bright
Oh, man, that soft cut out on me
What you sayin'?
Yes, she copped a final on me
I know you was too proud
Solid M-O, man, but that's the last time for that jive
I know you gonna tell her somethin'
For the last time, I cried over you;
For the last time, I sighed over you;
I found out I can do without you;
Never thought that I could
Never dreamed that I would
Be feeling like I do and not be feeling blue
For the first time, there's a song in my heart
Since the last time we drifted apart;
And when you said, "I'm afraid it's all over,"
That was the first time I knew
For the last time, now, I cried over you!
For the last time, for the very last time, baby
For the last time, your daddy has cried, cried over you!