Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one
One more time
Southern California
That's as blue as a girl 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 my head
Just like a hole in my head
I'm free
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one
One more time
Do believe I'll go back home
Hey mister, can't you see
That I'm dry as a bone
I think I'll spend some time alone
Unless you find a way
Of squeezing water from a stone
We'll let the doctor and the lawyer
Do as much as they can
Let the springtime begin
Let the boy become a man
I have wasted too much time
Just to sing you this sad song
I have been this lonesome picker
Just a little too long
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one singing this sad song
And I cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And play me singing the sad one
One more time
Well, I've been spreading
Myself thin these days