Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singin'
a happy song About a woman who wakes him up every
morning and loves him Scrambles his eggs and
unscrambles his life butters his toast with a
golden knife Bears his kids and nearly bout all of
his burdens And I just sit there starin' at the
wall wonderin' how I missed it all I've been out
half of the night and I'm hung over Nobody woke me
rubbin' my feet just the sound of a jackhammer out
in the street And this ole room ain't exactly a
field of clover Am I the only tavern-hoppin'
beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world Am I the
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No one to love and make me happy call me baby or
call me pappy Am I the only low-and-lonely
woman-needin' jukebox-feedin' Sufferin' son of a
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Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singin'
a happy song About the woman who serves him love
on a silver platter Makes his coffee sweet and
warm holds him in her lovin' arms I look in the
mirror and I wonder what's the matter Am I the
only tavern-hoppin'...