Lyrics:

(B. Cummings-K. Winter)



Well he moved out of the city from his little tiny place alone

Yes he moved out of the city from his little tiny place alone

So long Bannatyne, hello my Chevrier home.



Well now there might be a few things missin'

Like the Indians on a Saturday night

Yes there might be just a few things missin'

Like the odd hotel bar fight

So long Bannatyne, hello my Chevrier home.



Maybe in the summer I can build myself a rec room

And buy a power mower for the lawn,

Or maybe that depends on the orders from the office and accountants and the label and Don

The Emperor...



Hello my Chevrier

Hello my Chevrier

Hello my Chevrier adobe,

I'm so proud of it, speak so loud of it, always.



Yes I moved out of the city and I left my Bannatyne behind

Oh I moved out of the city and I left my Bannatyne behind

I really like it here,

The people are kind to me, at quarter to three

When I sail my red Chevy past the house on the breeze

I'm huggin' and a kissin' and a smoochin' and a lovin'

Ballin' and a partyin', fightin' day and night

And everybody knows that that's the way it goes,

So long Bannatyne.