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