Bobby Sox Baby

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 radioYou 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 awayBobby sox baby, I've got to let you go

You've got a head full of nothin'

But stage, screen an radioNow 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?"