Bobby Sox Blues

Bobby-sock baby, I've got to let you go
Bobby-sock baby, I've got to let you go
You've got a head full of nothing but stage screen and radio

You chase autographs every night
You write fan mail through the day
You keep your great big head in a scrapbook
Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Bobby-sock baby, I've got to let you go
You've got a head full of nothing but stage screen and radio

Now you treat me like a stranger
You don't have a word to say
I ask you if you love me
You say "What would Frankie say?"

Yes, Bobby-sock baby, I've got to let you go
You've got a head full of nothing but stage screen and radio