I know you your name is Sue,
But who am I?
I've got to find out,
At least I'm going to try.
I'm going back,
Where I can be me,
At the Bonjour Tristesse Brassiere company.
They've got a great big switchboard there,
Where its just hello, goodbye.
It may be dull,
But there I can be just me myslef and I.
A little modeling on the side,
Yes that's where I'll be,
At the Bonjour Tristesse brassiere company.
And if anybody asks for Ella, Mella or Mom,
Tell them that I'm going back where I came from,
To the B.T., bra-sie-ere company.
Goodbye everybody,
Goodbye Madam Gramadie,
Goodbye Jr Mallat,
Santa clause is the road.
Listen to your everlovin' mama,
Eat your spinach baby,
Eat your spinach baby, by the load
(french)
So, goodebye max to your dogs and your cats,
To the Duke of Windsor and his dutchess.
Bye bye Barton and Kitchel and Hastings,
At last you're out of my clutches.
I'll miss you but you'll carry on,
Youll never know that I've gone.
I'm-a going back,
Where I can be me,
At the Bonjour Tristesse brassiere company.
And while I'm sitting there I hope that I find out,
Just what Ella Peterson is all about,
In that shangra-la of lacy lingeree.
A little modeling on the side.
At the Bonjour Tristesse company.
Send me my mail there!
At the Bonjour Tristesse company...
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