He said that he loved me,
never would go oh oh oh oh.
Now I find I'm sitting here on my own
oh oh oh oh.
Was it something I've said or done
That made him pack his bags up [bad word] 
Could it be another he's found? -
It's breaking up a happy home.
Mister, can 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 boy
ooh I miss my Japanese boy.

People ask about him every day oh oh oh oh.
Don't know what to tell them,
what can I say? Oh oh oh
If only he would write me or call
word of explanation
that's all.
It would stop me climbing the wall. -
It's breaking up a happy home.

Mister, can you tell me where my love has gone? . . .

Was it something I've said or done
That made him pack his bags up [bad word]  . . .

Mister, can 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 boy.

Mister, can you tell me where my love has gone? . . .