Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox
  I'm the one that's singing this sad song
  Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
  And let the boy sing the sad 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 everytime that you slip in one more dime
  And let the boy sing the sad 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 everytime that you're up and slip in one more dime
  And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time
  
  Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days
  Don't you know
  Good-bye