Songtext von Bobby Sox Blues

Ahh! 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 an 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 an 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 sox baby I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen an radio