My, My, My (single)

See her coming down the road
My my my
That pickup truck with that heavy load
My, my, my
I’m tired of living all alone
With the TV set and the telephone
Looks like baby’s coming home
My my my
She’s been gone for one long year
My my my
Postcard said when she was here
My my my
I’m tired of living all alone
With the TV set and the telephone
Looks like baby’s coming home
My my my

She pulled up and blew her horn
My my my
Makes me so happy I was born
My my my
I’m tired of living in a pen
I’ll even help her pay the rent
Your love was always heaven sent
My my my

See her coming down the road
My my my
That pickup truck with that heavy load
My my my
I’m tired of living all alone
With the TV set and the telephone
Looks like baby’s coming home
My my my

I’m tired of living all alone
With the TV set and the telephone
Looks like baby’s coming home
My my my