Randy Newman Lyrics

I don't think he means to

I don't think he truly knows what he puts me through

I don't think that he's mean or conceded

Just passionate and bleeding

But anytime we're alone

And he sings me a new song or perhaps it's one I've heard a thousand times

I don't know why

But Randy Newman always makes me cry

It can happen anywhere

It can sneak up anytime

I can be in the car

Or in some shopping line

And even in my laughing

There's a sickness in my happy

Like some sappy valentine

I don't know why

But Willie Nelson always make me cry

It might be a 33, washing dishes in the sink

Or sometimes a 45, in some lonely jukebox dive

I let them in

I let them spin

They play me over and over again

I guess by now I should be used to

The art of my heart being ripped in two

It's the drug you know is numbing

It's the feeling of homecoming

And every time, I really try

Not to make a scene or justify

What's really going on inside

I don't know why

But Louis Prima always makes me cry

I don't know why