Dear John He spent a lifetime counting money So long, the years they all merge into one (68, 79, 82, and 95) He made a living from accountancy But then he cried I've had enough He said: "Baby, do you read me?" I think these numbers are beginning to eat me He said: "Baby, do you read me?" I think these numbers are beginning to eat me ♪ Dear John, why don't you answer your calls? (He's had enough of doing tax returns) What's wrong? You're not at work or at home (He's on a train heading down to the coast) Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach And a message on your dictaphone And it said: "Baby, do you read me?" I think these numbers are beginning to eat me And it said: "Baby, do you read me?" I think these numbers are beginning to eat me Goodbye Farewell Cheerio See ya Adieu Au revoir Toodle pip So long