hey mister
that's me up on the jukebox. i'm the one that's singing this sad song. well
i'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
and let the boy sing the sad song one
one more time. southern california
that's as blue as the boy can be
blue as the deep blue sea
won't you listen to me now. i need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head
just like a hole in the head
i'm free. hey mister
that's me up on the jukebox. i'm the one that's singing this sad song. well
i'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
and let the boy sing the sad song one
one more time. i do believe i'm headed home. hey mister
can't you see that i'm as dry as a bone. i think i'll spend some time alone
yes
unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone. let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can. let the springtime begin. let the boy become a man. i done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song. i done been this lonesome picker a little too long. hey mister
that's me up on the jukebox. i'm the one that's singing this sad song. well
i'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
and let the boy sing the sad song one
one more time. i've been spreading myself thin these days
don't you know? goodbye.