"Dear John" lyrics

Dear John
He spent a lifetime counting money
So long
The years, they all merge into one
'68, '79, '82 and '95
He made a living from accountancy
But then he cried, "I've had enough"

He said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"
He said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"

Dear John
Why don't you answer your calls?
He's had enough of doing your tax returns
What's wrong?
You're not at work or at home
He's on a train heading down to the coast
Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach
And a message on your dictaphone

And it said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"
It said, "Baby,"
"Do you read me?"
"I think these numbers are
Beginning to eat me"

Some say he made the swim to Normandy
And lost his heart to a local girl
They lived with 25 of her family
One mother, one father
Three sisters, four brothers
Eight nephews, eight nieces
Two uncles, three aunts
Plus three dogs
Equals
Hell

Goodbye, farewell
Cheerio, see ya
Adieu, au revoir
Toodle pip
So long