What the world needs now
Is another sad boy with a guitar
You've got to whine so loud
If you want them to make you a star

Sing something about her eyes
Or staring out into the sunrise
It doesn't matter if it rhymes

Maybe some girl broke your heart
And you've been drinking whiskey after dark
Something along those lines

The bigger the personal crisis,
The higher the ticket prices

So get up there and grab it,
Develop a drug habit

You've never ever felt this low
But it sounds great on the radio
As soon as the teens buy it
Get yourself a Porsche to cry in