No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes   And no way of getting through to you   No writing, nor call with a two-time tart   And no way to make a dream come true   Walking up the street, take a hold of my hand   Its just a postcard of the place I knew   Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Funny little things I thought I never had   No afternoon cafe(?), missing English and math   And off to the slamming summer coast   No waiter, no tips no movies, no scripts   And no way of getting into my post   Riding up the street take a hold of my wheel   Its just a life time and I make the most   Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Funny little things I thought I never had      Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Funny little things I thought I never had   No walking down the beach, no girls left to speak   And no time to mess around with a kiss   No walking her home, when she is feeling alone   And no time to get her under the pier   Running up the streets, you can catch us if you can   This is my lifetime and I will not fear   Because ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Ain't you sad girl, ain't it sad   Funny little things I thought I never had   Funny little things I thought I never had   Funny little things I thought I never had