My wife she's gone and left me
out in this cruel world alone.
With gladness and happiness she left me,
she left a doggone good home.
I wrote her a letter last Tuesday,
I sealed it with a kiss.
The answer came back this morning
and this is what it said:
When the grocerman puts sand in the sugar,
and the milkman makes milk out of chalk,
when the boys stay home with their mothers,
and the girls forget how to talk.
Now after this cruel war is over,
and the railroads run under the sea,
when the man in the moon
comes down in a balloon,
my darlin will come back to me.....