It's a small crowd here again tonight

I'm playing these old songs I write

Nobody's listening

But a rich guy in the corner booth

And I think I'd like to be just like him

To get off work before two a.m.

Order what I like and dress real smooth

And then the rich guy he comes up to me

Picks up the tip jar and drops a twenty

And says, "That last song it really hit home"

He said, "If I could have just one thing

I would play guitar and sing

And then I'd never really feel alone"

And I thought to myself

We all want what we can't have

It's enough to drive you mad

Make you happy, make you sad

Ain't it crazy, we all want what we can't have

Businessman sits at the bar

Lights up the end of a cigar

And says, "Bartender, pour me one more Crown"

He says, "I should be getting home tonight

I've got two kids and a wife

But you know me, I'd like to stick around"

And Bartender says

"If I were you, I'd get out of here

I'm tired of selling wine and beer

I'd sure love something nine to five"

"No wife no kids no place to be

You sure you want to be like me

It feels like I have been here all my life"

We all want what we can't have

It's enough to drive you mad

Make you happy, make you sad

Ain't it crazy, we all want what we can't have

Thank God for this old guitar

I wrote a song for a country star

Made enough money

To leave this little stage

But I come back here

Every now and then

I love this new guy sitting in

He's probably half my age

We all want what we can't have

It's enough to drive you mad

Make you happy, make you sad

Ain't it crazy, we all want what we can't have

It's enough to drive you mad

Make you happy, make you sad

Ain't it crazy, we all want what we can't have

Baby ain't it crazy, we all want what we can't have

Baby ain't it crazy, baby ain't it crazy

Ooh, na, na, na, na, na

We all want what we can't have

We all want what we can't have