I've never seen Such a sad queen As Eddie. I've seen him raving, Maybe even in pain, But never Weeping like a baby. On Saturday afternoon He was really fine to him. But on Saturday evening, Oh, well Eddie was so pretty. But now his boy is leaving. Hey, boy, you're so young To be a queen weeping. You're just a little princess. Oh, Eddie, don't! 'Cause what can I do But listen to the tired old story. [ca. 1'25] On Saturday afternoon He was really fine to him. But on Saturday evening, Oh, well Eddie was so pretty. But now his boy is leaving. But now his boy is leaving. But now his boy is leaving him. Queeny, come home soon!