Lyrics:

Dear John
He spent a lifetime counting money
So long, the years they all merge into one
(68, 79, 82, and 95)
He made a living from accountancy
But then he cried I've had enough
He said: 'Baby, do you read me?'
I think these numbers are beginning to eat me
He said: 'Baby, do you read me?'
I think these numbers are beginning to eat me

Dear John, why don't you answer your calls?
(he's had enough of doing tax returns)
What's wrong?
You're not at work or at home
(he's on a train heading down to the coast)
Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach
And a message on your dictaphone
And it said: 'Baby, do you read me?'
I think these numbers are beginning to eat me
And it said: 'Baby, do you read me?'
I think these numbers are beginning to eat me
Goodbye
Farewell
Cheerio
See ya
Adieu
Au revoir
Toodle pip
So long