A long, long time ago I can still remember how those pictures made me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could dream about that blonde from France. And maybe I'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver in anticipation 'till they'd deliver Bathing beauties to my doorstep I couldn't take one more step. So I can't remember if I cried When I read about the end of that ride But something touched me deep inside The day that S.I. died [Chorus] So, bye-bye, I will miss my S.I. Bathing beauties in bikinis under vibrant blue skies. Disappointed boys'll be drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day the mag died This'll be the day the mag died" Later