Hey Mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
To hear that sad song 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 I need a hole in the head
And 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
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
To hear that sad song one more time

Oh, 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, spend some time alone
Unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone
'Cause I've been this lonesome player a little bit too long
I've been this lonesome player a little bit too long

Hey Mister, that's me up on the jukebox
I'm the one that's singing this sad song
And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime
To hear that sad song one more time

Don't make me listen to it, oh
Don't make me listen to it
Get a life
Don't wanna hear that sad song, oh, no
Don't make me listen to it, oh, no
No, no