Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette,

think's he'll get the girl,he'll only get the mechanic,

what's missing?He's living,

a day he'll soon forget.



Counts his money every morning,the only thing that keeps him horny,

locked in a giant house that's alarming,

the townsfolk,they all laugh.



Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent,

seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get,

and it's fitting,he's barely living,a day he'll soon forget.



That's one more time around,and there is not a sound,

he's lying dead,clutching Benjamins,never put the money down,

he's stiffening,we're all whistling

a man we'll soon forget