Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree

I'm coming home; I've done my time.
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine.
If you received my letter telling you still want me,
if you still want me.
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree.
It's been three long years. Do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree,
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me,
if I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree.
Bus driver, please look for me,
'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see.
I'm really still in prison,
and my love she holds the key.
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free.
I wrote and told her please.
Now the whole danm bus is cheering,
and I can't believe I see a hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree.
I'm coming home.