Played from the bottom of your heart   That is why it is so sad   Are we supposed to listen to when      When your loving becomes fine art   And when something really hits you   You strum your guitar      And you write another song   about your girlfriend and her bed   Or you write another song   about a woman that you met at a bar      Sung from the bottom of your heart   Well, I have to say I'm sorry   I didn't realise how empty it was      When the World War starts   Relieved by the fame that saves you   You see your chance      And you write another song   about your girlfriend and her bed   Or you write another song   about a woman that you met at a bar      And you call her "baby"   And you call her "honey", too   And you call her "baby"   And you call her "honey", too      Then you write another song   about your girlfriend and her bed   And you write another song   about a woman that you met at a bar