Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
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Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
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and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time.
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Southern California, that's as blue as the boy can be,
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blue as the deep blue sea, won't you listen to me now.
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I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head,
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just like a hole in the head, I'm free.
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Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
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Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
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and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time.
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I do believe I'm headed home. Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone.
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I think I'll spend some time alone,
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yes, unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone.
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Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can.
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Let the springtime begin. let the boy become a man.
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I done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song.
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I done been this lonesome picker a little too long.
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Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
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Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime
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and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time.
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I've been spreading myself thin these days, don't you know? Goodbye.
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Hey Mister, That's Me Up On The Jukebox
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| James Taylor |
