A noise woke me up this morning
I looked through the Venetian blind
You were gone, and the car was gone
And I almost lost my mind
[Chorus]
If you don't come back (if you don't come back)
If you don't come back today (if you don't come back)
Well, you can call up the people in the crazy house
To take this crazy man away
I threw myself against the wall now
I ripped up my clothes and I sobbed
I ran into the street, in my stocking feet
Yelling "Police! I've been robbed"
[Chorus]
Mrs A is talking about me
To the people way across the street
She says "I cooked that boy a bucket of soup
But the poor thing doesn't eat"
[Chorus]
The doctor come up to see me
To check me with a fine-tooth comb
He said "You ain't sick, but you're gonna die
If you don't get your baby back home"
[Chorus x2]
The Undertakers - If You Don't Come Back Lyrics
The Undertakers - If You Don't Come Back Lyrics
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A noise woke me up this morning
I looked through the Venetian blind
You were gone, and the car was gone
And I almost lost my mind
[Chorus]
If you don't come back (if you don't come back)
If you don't come back today (if you don't come back)
Well, you can call up the people in the crazy house
To take this crazy man away
I threw myself against the wall now
I ripped up my clothes and I sobbed
I ran into the street, in my stocking feet
Yelling "Police! I've been robbed"
[Chorus]
Mrs A is talking about me
To the people way across the street
She says "I cooked that boy a bucket of soup
But the poor thing doesn't eat"
[Chorus]
The doctor come up to see me
To check me with a fine-tooth comb
He said "You ain't sick, but you're gonna die
If you don't get your baby back home"
[Chorus x2]
I looked through the Venetian blind
You were gone, and the car was gone
And I almost lost my mind
[Chorus]
If you don't come back (if you don't come back)
If you don't come back today (if you don't come back)
Well, you can call up the people in the crazy house
To take this crazy man away
I threw myself against the wall now
I ripped up my clothes and I sobbed
I ran into the street, in my stocking feet
Yelling "Police! I've been robbed"
[Chorus]
Mrs A is talking about me
To the people way across the street
She says "I cooked that boy a bucket of soup
But the poor thing doesn't eat"
[Chorus]
The doctor come up to see me
To check me with a fine-tooth comb
He said "You ain't sick, but you're gonna die
If you don't get your baby back home"
[Chorus x2]
Writer: JERRY LEIBER, MIKE STOLLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC