if you want to make me happy

what'll it be he asked, what do you need tonight, something cold to drown the fire, something hot to stir one up, i'll make it simple i said, just two things i'll request, that bottle by your shoulder, and some quarters for these dollars, cause if you wanna make me happy, pour me burban on the rocks, and play every sad song on the jukebox, songs of loving and leaving lying and cheating, songs of hurting and crying and even songs of dying, if you wanna make me happy, pour me some bourbon on the rocks, and play every sad song on the jukebox, a woman he ask, she left you i bet, i've seen that look that's in your eyes, on a many other face, that's right i said, i deserved it i guess, but it still hurts me all alone, at night there by myself, if you wanna make me happy, pour me some bourbon on the rocks, and play every sad song on the jukebox