[Male Vocal – sly, crooning, playful swing tone] You packed your lies with a wiggle and pout, Thought you had me fooled, but I figured it out. High heels clackin’, struttin’ with doubt, Don’t let the door hit ya on your way out! [Male Vocal – cheeky, rising with brass stabs] 🎺 Bump-ba-dum! Don’t let it hit ya — oh no! 🎺 Bump-ba-dum! Don’t let it hit ya — just go! Don’t let the door hit ya on your way out, I’m smilin’ too wide to scream or shout. [Male Vocal – sly, mocking swing] You ghosted my love, then you begged for more, But baby, my kindness ain’t keepin’ score. Take your drama parade, take your high-heeled strut, The show’s over now, babe — I’m keepin’ my cut. [Bridge – Male Spoken, over jazzy brass stabs] Shimmy left, baby… strut it right… That’s the last free show tonight. [Background Chorus – cheeky chant] Don’t let it hit ya! Don’t let it split ya! [Final Chorus – Male Lead + Gang Vocals, brassy & bold] 🎺 Bump-ba-dum! Don’t let the door hit ya on your way out, I’ve had enough of your rage and doubt. 🎺 Bump-ba-dum! Don’t let it hit ya, don’t let it split ya, Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya! [Outro – Male Vocal, low & mocking with fading horns] Don’t let it hit ya… Don’t let it split ya… Don’t let the door hit ya on your way out… Where the good Lord split ya. 🎺 wah-wah-waaaah!
