| I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychotic | |
| And empty out, empty out my pockets | |
| I see Charlie over there, flirt with him, toss my hair | |
| Must be some, must be something in the air | |
| Parting is such sweet sorrow, I'll wake up tomorrow | |
| I know I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone | |
| Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning | |
| East side west side, all that could have been | |
| Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again | |
| I'm in my motel "meditating," it gets me so intoxicated | |
| I can't stop, I can't stop now | |
| Champagne on ice, I pop the cork | |
| My bags are packed and by the door, what the hell am I leaving for? | |
| Parting is such sweet sorrow, I'll wake up tomorrow | |
| I know I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone | |
| Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning | |
| East side west side, all that could have been | |
| Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again | |
| I left my angels in the closet, I wanna feel a bit psychotic | |
| And empty out empty out my pockets | |
| Goodbye to Berlin, Mr. taxi turning | |
| East side west side, all that could have been | |
| Goodbye to Berlin, keep it burning, 'cause I'll be, I'll be, I'll be back again | |
| 'Cause I'll be I'll be I'll be back again, 'cause I'll be I'll be I'll be back again |