The time has come to call a halt;
And so it ends
He's gone off with his other friends
He needn't try to make amends
This occasion's all his fault
Through rain and dark I see his face
Across the street at Flossie's place
He's drinking in the warm pink glow
To th' accompaniment of the piccolo.*

The time has come to call a halt
I met him walking with Varella
And hit him twice with my umbrella
Perhaps that occasion was my fault
But the time has come to call a halt

Go drink your wine and go get tight
Let the piccolo play
I'm sick of all your fussing anyway
Now I'm pursuing my own way
I'm leaving on the bus tonight
Far down the highway wet and black
I'll ride and ride and not come back
I'm going to go and take the bus
And find someone monogamous
The time has come to call a halt
I've borrowed fifteen dollars fare
And it will take me anywhere
For this occasion's all his fault
The time has come to call a halt