Verse One: She didn't pack a thing, she left her diamond ring on the soapdish by the sink Now somethin' tells me that it might be later than I think Looks as if I'm gonna have to face the cold hard facts Like the king of rock n' roll, she's never comin' back She's never comin' back, she's already spent Like last week's pay, like next month's rent She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad, song on a record made of wax, she's never comin' back Instrumental: Verse Two: I might have changed her mind if I'd of had the time but it wasn't meant to be Now the love we made is just another page in history I might as well admit it, why it's as plain as white and black Like a drive-in picture show, she's never comin' back Chorus: She's never comin' back, she's already spent Like last week's pay, like next month's rent She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad, song on a record made of wax, she's never comin' back Just like a record made of wax, she's never comin' back