Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette,
think's he'll get the girl,he'll only get the mechanic,
what's missing?He's living,
a day he'll soon forget.
Counts his money every morning,the only thing that keeps him horny,
locked in a giant house that's alarming,
the townsfolk,they all laugh.
Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent,
seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get,
and it's fitting,he's barely living,a day he'll soon forget.
That's one more time around,and there is not a sound,
he's lying dead,clutching Benjamins,never put the money down,
he's stiffening,we're all whistling
a man we'll soon forget |