Spoken by Mike, the bartender:



For ev'ry rose that withers and dies

Another blooms in it's stead.

A new love waits to open its eyes

After the old love is dead.



Sung by Hannah:



That sounds alright in a careless rhyme

But there's seldom a second time



Better luck next time

That could never be

Because there ain't gonna be no next time

for me - no siree



Made up my mind

To make another start

I've made my mind up but I can't make up

my heart



I'd like a new lucky day

That would be nice

But this comes just once in a lifetime

not twice



So don't say better luck next time

That can never be

Because there ain't gonna be no next time

for me.