Father, let us build a boat and sail away. There's nothing for you here. And brother, let us throw our lot out upon the sea. It's been done before. . I'm thinking 'bout a broken heart.
Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song. Well I cry every time that you slip in one more dime. And let the boy singing this sad one, one more time.