Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go
Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go
You've got a head full of nothin'
But stage, screen and radio
You chase autographs every night
You write fan mail through the day
You keep your great big head in the scrapbook
Yes, and you throw the cookbook away
Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go
You've got a head full of nothin'
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?"