When New York city summer sweats And the boys are rolling their cigarettes The girls are singing into their phones But Bobby Fischer is all alone Parks are buzzing with the birds and the bees Friends are hugging into them trees The lovers are kissing and exchanging their rings But Bobby Fischer is playing 18 games A screaming and crying in the YMCA Bobby Bobby why did you go away? His mother is whispering, quite alone Bobby Bobby where did you go? Newspapers rolls are all over town From the glistening sky tops to the filth on the ground They bang and explode all over Times Square Bobby is gone and no one knows where Is he in London or is he in Spain As he cut off his hair, he changed his last name Is he under that rock or behind that tree Oh Bobby Bobby, where can you be?