Singin the blues when the red sox lose
Its a crisis on your life
On the run cause all your girlfriends want to be your wife
And the laundry tickets in the wash
All those nights when you've got no lights
The check is in the mail
And ypur little angel
Hung the cat up by its tail
And your third fiance didnt show
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name
And theyre always glad you came
You want to be where you can see
Our troubles are all the same
You want to go where everybody knows your name
Roll out of bed
Mr. coffees dead
The mornings looking bright
And your shrink ran off to europe
And didnt even write
And your husband wants to be a girl
Be glad theres one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name
And theyre always glad you came
You want to be where you can see
Our troubles are all the same
You want to be where everybody knows your name
You want to go where people know
People are all the same
You want to go where everybody knows your name