New records on the jukebox
Won't somebody make them spin?
So the old songs won't be playing
Reminding me of her again
When the old songs play
Old memories come
And make my teardrops fall
New records on the jukebox
But nothing else has changed at all
Behind the bar the same bartender
Serves the same old drinks to me
And he listens to those same old lies
Gives the same old sympathy
And it seems the stories never change
And I know he's heard them all
New records on the jukebox
But nothing else has changed at all
I'm sitting here
At the same old bar
Same old troubles on my mind
The same old ache
In the same old heart
The heart you left behind
The same old faces smile at me
From the beer ads on the wall
New records on the jukebox
But nothing else has changed at all
New records on the jukebox
Won't somebody make them spin?
So the old songs won't be playing
Reminding me of her again
When the old songs play
Old memories come
And make my teardrops fall
New records on the jukebox
But nothing else has changed at all