He said that he loved menever would gooh ohoh oh. Now I find I'm sitting here on my ownoh ohoh oh. Was it something I've said or doneThat made him pack his bags up and r'un? Could it be another he's found? -It's breaking up the happy home. Mistercan you tell me where my love has gone? He's a Japanese boy.I woke up one morning and my love was gone Oh my Japanese boyooh I miss my Japanese boy. People ask about him every dayoh ohoh oh. Don't know what to tell themwhat can I say? Oh ohoh If only he would write me or callA word of explanationthat's all. It would stop me climbing the wall. -It's breaking up the happy home. Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? . . . Was it something I've said or doneThat made him pack his bags up and run? . . . Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? He's a Japanese boy.I woke up once morning and my love was gone
Oh my Japanese boy. Mister can you tell me where my love has gone? . . .