Bad about the fact

I feel really bad about the fact that you fell in
I feel even worse, there's nothing left to you
I heard your last words and your wish it was my command
No more tears in my ice cream cone

Thanks a lot, que será, será

I remember the last you said, never say assume
'Cause it made such an ass outta you and me
I wish I had kept a list of all the funny things that you said to me
Like, I can quit any time I want to
And, I guess you're gonna have to trust me

Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será

I called your mother
I called your mother a million times
I called your father
And I told him how high

Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será

Thanks a lot, que será, será
I feel really bad about the fact
Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será, será
I feel really bad about the fact
Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será, será
Thanks a lot, que será, será
I feel really bad about the fact
Thanks a lot