Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette...
Thinks he'll get the girl, he'll only get the mechanic...
What's missing...? He's living a day he'll soon forget.

That's one more time around... the sun is going down...
The moon is out, but he's drunk and shouting...
Putting people down... He's pissing... He's living...
A day he'll soon forget.

Counts his money every morning... The only things 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.