If they auctioned my heart
On The Sale of the Century
Would it still be there

At the end of the show?
Would the Quizmaster-man
Call it a booby prize

`cos nobody wanted to know
If they auctioned my heart
Would you open the bidding?

Or would you stand at the back
And blend into the crowd?
When the hammer comes down

Would you still be around
To watch me going, going, I'm gone
I've gone Yvonne

You're left alone
You'll find my keys on the table
I never wrote

A goodbye note
I didn't think I'd be able
To put down the way I've been feeling

Deep inside me the brakes are squealing
But I've never done
A hit and run

But Yvonne I've gone, away
When the hammer comes down
Will you still be around?

To watch me going, going, gone
I've gone again
I've gone Yvonne

You're left alone
You'll find my keys on the table
I never wrote

A goodbye note
I didn't think I'd be able
To put down the way I've been feeling

Deep inside me the brakes are squealing
But I've never done
A hit and run

But Yvonne I've gone, away
If they auctioned my heart
On The Sale of the Century

Please try to make sure
That you are there
`cos Lot 59

Is this old heart of mine
And it's going, going, nowhere
I've gone Yvonne

You're left alone
You'll find my keys on the table
I never wrote

A goodbye note
I didn't think I'd be able
To put down the way I've been feeling

Deep inside me the brakes are squealing
But I've never done
A hit and run

But Yvonne I've gone, away