I’m just a bag of bones
Sitting here all alone
I’ve drank so much I can hardly see
Have I met you before?
Will I meet you again?
Leave your number behind the bar
You don’t like me!
Well I don’t like me, too!
You say you’re sick of love?
Well, I got the lovesick blues
Oh, I’m sick of TV
Oh, are you sick of me?
I could drink till I go blind
I’m sick of falling down
I’m gonna get up
I’m gonna fight a giant robot!
You don’t like me!
Well I don’t like me, too!
You say you’re sick of love?
Well, I got the lovesick blues
