Breaking up… sometimes it’s hard to do, sure. Still, often enough, it produces a grim satisfaction. Like finally getting around to pulling that ol’ stump out in back of the shed or cleaning the attic or finally having the doc take care of that boil on your…

Anyhow, the title of this ditty is a tip of the ol’ beret to those dadaesque 70s cult art-glamsters, Sparks. (We shall not mention their new wave career in the 80s.) Unfortunately, the name of the song in question escapes me.

 

 

 

Hasta la Vista, m’Cheri

I’m sorry I have to go
but I thought you might like to know
it’s not my heart
that bade us part
It’s my soul
that said I had to go

Sometimes love tears us apart
sometimes it’s best not to start
sometimes you find
that love’s truly blind
and usually you’re just not too smart

(So it’s)
“Hasta la vista mon cheri,”
It’s just another way to say “Ciao, Baby”
Sayanora, auf weidersein
I’ll see you when I see you again.

I don’t know when I’ll see you again
but at least we’re parting as friends
Maybe I lied
oh, but Baby I tried…
A mistake I won’t be making again.

I’m sorry I have to go
but I thought you might like to know
It’s not my heart
that says we must part
It’s my shrink that says you gotta go

Copyright 1986, 2005
T.K. Major