Hey mister, that's me upon the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time Southern California is 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 Like a hole in the head, I'm free !              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 Unless you 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 have wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song I've been this lonesome picker a little too long Hey mister, that's me upon the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time