the Zombies sing about Dave

Well no one told me about (him) . . .  the way he'd ride

Well no one told me about him . . .  how many people fried

But it's too late to say you're sorry

How would I know why should I care

Please don't bother tryin' to find (him)

(He's) not there

Well let me tell you 'bout the way (he) looked

The way (he'd) act and the color of his (helmet)

(His) voice was loud and cool

(His) eyes were clear and bright

But (he's) not there

Dave's first day off . . . and he's a no show!