Nights
are long and lonely
since we've been apart.
You'd come back if you but knew how I miss you,
sweetheart.
You said I wasn't playing fair,
and so you had to go.
There's a question I would ask you,
dear.
Your an swer I must know.
If I give up the saxophone,
will you come back to me?
If I give up the toodle -oodle -oo,
will we bill and coo just like we used to do?
I know the force was all my own,
you warned me time and time.
Lips that touch a saxophone,
you said shall ne 'er touch mine.
But if I give up the saxophone,
will you come back to me?
My father plays the piccolo,
my mother plays the drum,
My brother plays the horses
just because he is a bum -biddy
-um -bum -bum -bum -bum
Bum -biddy -um -dum -dum
My un cle plays harmonica
and plays it way off -key
My grandma plays tennis
cause she lives in Tennessee
See, see, see, see, see, see, see
Now if I give up the saxophone,
will you come back to me?
If I give up the toodle -oodle -ay,
any thing you say,
if you come back to stay
And when I go to bed at night,
how all alone I feel
I found out that a saxophone
has got no sax -a -feel
So if I give up the saxophone,
will you come back to me?