Here it is. A favorite number of Guy Lombardo.

ANNIE DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE — Guy Lombardo
Words by Joe Young and Johnny Burke, music by Harold Spina
c 1933, Irving Berlin, Inc., New York City

Here's a tragedy that happened on a side street,
When a fellow went to ring his sweetheart's bell.
He saw the shades were drawn, and he knew his gal was gone,
When he listened to the story that a neighbor had to tell.

        Oh, Annie doesn't live here, anymore,
        You must be the one she waited for.
        She said I would know you by the blue in your eye,
        Checkered suit, a fancy vest and polka-dot tie.
        You answer to that description, so I guess that you're the guy.
        Well, Annie doesn't live here anymore.

        Annie doesn't live here, anymore.
        It's too bad you didn't call before.
        She just bought a gown that ties with ribbons above,
        Brand new shoes, a pretty hat and latest style glove.
        She really looked so alluring, and just waiting for your love,
        But Annie doesn't live here anymore.

It was Spring, there was romance in the air,
And everything seemed for loving hearts to share,
And there was she, just as lonely and as blue as she could be;
That's the reason,

        Annie doesn't live here, anymore.
        Might have been your picture that she tore,
        She was, oh, so faithful, what a pitiful sight.
        Waited for the letter that you promised to write.
        A gentleman with a top hat called around the other night,
        And, Annie doesn't live here anymore.

        REPEAT REFRAIN

        Annie doesn't live here, anymore.
        Annie doesn't live here, anymore.