The house we moved in
The house we grooved in
The way we waltzed across those marble floors
You used to look delux
In your white tie an' tux
Up in that big white house
That is no longer yours
Don Juan, your money is gone
And when your money is gone, Don
Your babe is gone
Don Juan, your babe is gone
Stiff upper lip now, Don
You have to carry on
The yatch we sailed on
The yatch we wailed on
I got to tell you, Don
I loved that yatch
You used to look so cute
In your white sailor suit
Up on that big white yatch
That you no longer got
Don Juan, your money is gone
And when your money is gone, Don
Your babe is go-one
Don Juan, your babe is gone
Stiff upper lip now, Don
You have to carry on
Don Juan, when you had money
Don Juan, I was your honey
But Don, it’s gone
And so…
Am I!
The jet we cruised on
The jet we boozed on
That was the highest height we’ve ever flown
Your kisses were so sweet
At thirty thousand feet
Up on that big white jet
That you no longer own
Don Juan, your money is gone
And when your money is gone, Don
Aha, babe is gone
Don Juan, your babe is gone
Stiff upper lip now, Don
You have to carry on
Stiff… lip…
You thought I was saying something else, didn’t ya?