sorry, mr. swift   but there's no radio   that likes to play the songs   of your lover's sorrow   just sing us a jingle   and we'll float you some bread   all it will cost you   is your heart and your head      sorry, mr. swift   but you're much too fat   and could i persuade you   just to wear a cap?   i hope you forgive me   and i hope you forget   the hurt that i've caused you   that you can't feel yet      sorry, mr. swift   i know times are tough   we all have plenty   still we don't have enough   i know it's not funny   so i'll try not to smile   we made you believe   that we were worth your while      sorry, everybody   for the things i said   got a wife and kids   and a gun to my head   so try to remember   try to hold it near   my name will go missing   but the songs will be here   no, don't you feel sorry   for i must pay my debts   still feel like i'm losing   but i'm placing my bets