Hey mist er, that 's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that 's singi ng this sad song
I'll cry everyti me that you slip in one mor e dime
And let the boy si ng the sa d one, o ne more ti me
Southern Californ ia is as blue as t he boy can be
Blue as the deep blue sea
Won't yo u listen to me now
I need y our Golde n Gated c ities lik e a hole in the head
Like a h ole in t he head, I'm fre e !
I do bel ieve I'm headed ho me
Hey mist er, can' t you se e that I 'm as dry as a bone
I think I'll spen d some tim e alone
Unless y ou found a way o f squeez ing water from a stone
Let the doctor an d the law yer do as much as they can
Let the springti me begin
Let the boy becom e a man
I have w asted too much tim e just to sing you this sad song
I've bee n th is l ones ome pi cker a little too long
Hey mist er, that 's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that 's singi ng this sad song
I'll cry everyti me that you slip in one mor e dime
And let the bo y sin g th e sad one, one more time