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