Pages and pages, can't read anymore Flowers and phone calls, I've seen this before "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", I've heard o'er and o'er Apologies plenty, she left me this morn So give me that bottle, my sorrows can't last I got the money, so pour me a glass Tell me some jokes, turn the music up loud You're hard to forget although there's a crowd ♪ Got work to do before the bar's closed Got to get drunk, can't feed a late soul I've got a reason, I'm sure you'll agree That a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief So give me that bottle, my sorrows can't last I got the money, so pour me a glass Tell me some jokes, turn the music up loud You're hard to forget although there's a crowd You're hard to forget although there's a crowd