Get out of town,

Before it's too late, my love;

Get out of town,

Be good to me, please

Why wish me harm?

Why not retire to a farm

And be contented to charm

The birds off the trees?

Just disappear,

I care for you much too much,

And when you are near,

Close to me, dear

We touch too much.

The thrill when we meet

Is so bitter sweet that,

Darling, It's getting me down.

So on your mark, get set,

Get out of town