MODULATE BACK HOME TO ME

Music: John Forster
Lyrics: Ted Drachman & John Forster

Since you went to Savannah
I sit at my pianah
And play this little ditty
In every single key.
I'll never find the right one
Until you see the light, hon,
And modulate back home to me.

You couldn't stand my playin'
That's why you went a-strayin'
And left me here adrift in
This shiftin' melody.
My harmony's diminished.
Can't get the damn thing finished.
Now modulate back home to me.

You put me through such changes, Babe.
I don't know what my range is, Babe.
My muse is gone. I can't adjust.
I've gone from sonic boom to sonic bust.

But you will be contented
To hear that I've repented.
My takin' up piana
Was sheer insanity.
To melt your heart that's frozen
I'm giving up composin.'
Now modulate back home to me.

You got to modulate back home to
Mama, won't you modu-
Late back home to poor old me.

© 1982 Limousine Music Co. (ASCAP)