How Quick They Forget
Say, you wouldn't go break up the old act would ya, pal?After all these years, that wouldn't be real niceNah, you couldn't go break up the act, now could ya, pal?Yes, he could, without so much as thinking twice - amazing!
I guess we won't swap those barbershop harmonies no moreYou can't sing 'em with three, you gotta have fourAnd ain't it a crime, a real crying shameScrewed up and all wetWe used to be thickHow quick they forget
Here's how it becomes a guitar, bass and drums, without a hornThat saxophone leaves, and a trio is bornNot much does it take to go out 'n' breakA nice matching setNot much of a trickHow quick they forget
Like three blind miceOr three on a matchstickThree makes only threeHim plus him plus meMakes us . . . whoopee!
Let's see, three bearsAnd three little kittensSigned, sealed, said, and doneOne plus one plus oneMakes what? . . . No fun
We're not what we wereAny fool would preferAny four-handed gameThere's nothing that squaresWithout two complete pairsSo it's just not the same
And I guess we ain't got no moreOf those hot old nights in storeOur future looks dull, a regular snoreAnd what is it for?Why go busting up a happy quartet?He's all out of tuneHow soon they forget
Well, ain't it a sinIt's a real crying shameThree fellas is leftOne fella's to blameDon't want it to endNot now and not yetIt makes a guy sickHow quick they forget
Just three little pigsOut hustling gigs from door to doorWhat used to be funSans one is a choreAs all of that"Put 'er there old palHail-fellow-well-met"Fades into the pastHow quick they forget
He thinks he's so chicHow quick they forgetWe went and broke up the cliqueHow quick they forgetThat guy's a real yickHow quick they forgetHow quick, how quickThey forget