Brand new year, same ol' trouble
Stroke of midnight didn't change a thing
She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
And writes these sad songs I sing
You know I hate New Year's Eve
If it don't rain then it goes and sleets
And on the years that it don't
Those are the years my hearts completely broke
I awake with the same old thirst
January the first with the
Same old wish that I was dead
And a brand new pounding in my head
Brand new year, same ol' trouble
Stroke of midnight didn't change a thing
She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
Writes these sad songs I sing
Tonight I wish I'd just stayed home
Could've stayed there and drank alone
Could've went on a cryin jag
Listen to Sinatra maybe even the Hag
Put on Luke the Drifter, I'm dead
'Cause that guys living inside my head
He can steal every thought I think
And he's got plenty of ice there for his drinks
Brand new year, same ol' trouble
Stroke of midnight didn't change a thing
She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
And writes these sad songs I sing