One, two, three, four
Rang her up and her father said
"She's gone, you're too late, boy, she's already been taken"
Rang again, what her father said was wrong
"It's not true, boy, daddy was mistaken"

What am I to do about it?
What am I to do about this thing?
There's no way I can feel about it
'Cause I don't even know how much I love her

Rang her up and her father said
"She's gone, you're too late, boy, she's already been taken"
Rang again, what her father said was wrong
"It's not true, boy, daddy was mistaken"

What am I to do about it?
What am I to do about this thing?
There's no way I can feel about it
'Cause I don't even know how much I love her

I consider you so expendable
You might as well pack your bags and go
I don't need you
My whole world revolves around me
Inflate my ego

I consider you so expendable
You might as well pack your bags and go
I don't need you
My whole world revolves around me
Inflate my ego

Rang her up and her father said
"She's gone, you're too late, boy, she's already been taken"
Rang again, what her father said was wrong
"It's not true, boy, daddy was mistaken"

What am I to do about it?
What am I to do about this thing?
There's no way I can feel about it
'Cause I don't even know how much I love her

I consider you so expendable
You might as well pack your bags and go
I don't need you
My whole world revolves around me
Inflate my ego

I consider you so expendable
You might as well pack your bags and go
I don't need you
My whole world revolves around me
Inflate my ego

I consider you so expendable
You might as well pack your bags and go
I don't need you
My whole world revolves around me
Inflate my ego

I consider you so expendable
You might as well pack your bags and go
I don't need you
My whole world revolves around me
Inflate my ego

Thank you, thank you
Thank you

Copyright: Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Henry Nicola Mancini