Set up two glasses, Joe And turn the jukebox low And let me sit and reminisce While I pretend that she Is sitting here with me The way she did not long ago We used to paint the town red And dance until two Well, I don't paint it red no more But I'm painting it blue He stole her love I know But he can't stop me, Joe >From having just a dream or two Instrumental break Set up two glasses, Joe Maybe you didn't know But there's a memory in the room A memory that walks A memory that talks And haunts me everywhere I go I'm just a fool who loves here And will till I die >From the very first hello To the last hello Well this is it you know So fill the glasses Joe And leave me here alone to cry