I've never seen 

Such a sad queen 

As Eddie. 

I've seen him raving, 

Maybe even in pain, 

But never 

Weeping like a baby. 


On Saturday afternoon 

He was really fine to him. 

But on Saturday evening, 

Oh, well Eddie was so pretty. 

But now his boy is leaving. 


Hey, boy, you're so young 

To be a queen weeping. 

You're just a little princess. 

Oh, Eddie, don't! 

'Cause what can I do 

But listen to the tired old story. [ca. 1'25]


On Saturday afternoon 

He was really fine to him. 

But on Saturday evening, 

Oh, well Eddie was so pretty. 

But now his boy is leaving. 

But now his boy is leaving. 

But now his boy is leaving him. 

Queeny, come home soon!