When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody calls you on the phone
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying, like crying, like crying?
Come on, baby, cry to me
Gan Murphy, ladies and gentlemen
He plays beautifully, don't you agree?
When your baby leaves you all alone
And no-fucking-body calls you on the phone
Don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying, like crying, like crying?
Come on, baby, cry to me
That's all I know
I only know one verse, sorry
That's the best we could do for you today
So play a fucking guitar solo, you puss
Alright
How about them fucking apples, huh?
So you do that, you puss
Personally, I thought my solo was way cooler
Alright, who thought my solo was cooler than Dan's?
Why, thank you, Carl
Now, who thought Dan's was cooler?
Alright, who wants to go backstage and drink beer after the show?
Look at this!
Who thought my solo was cooler?
When your baby, you know, she left you all alone
So it's like the song somebody said "
Just Sitting Waiting for the Telephone"
If you didn't find your ass in Texas, you'd be crying
You'd be crying, you'd be crying, you'd be crying
You'd be crying, you'd be crying, you'd be crying
You could just fucking cry to me
If you feel like crying
If you feel like crying
If you feel like fucking crying
Don't cry to me
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry about that, too
I'm so sorry, I really apologize, OK?
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