he´s never coming back

he didn’t pack a thing
he left her diamond ring on the soapdish by the sink
Now something tells me that it might be later than I think
Looks as if I’m gonna hafta face the cold hard facts
Like the King of Rock and Roll
he’s never comin’ back
he’s never comin’ back
he’s already spent
Like last week’s pay
Like next month’s rent
he’s gone, gone, gone
Like a sad sad song
On a record made of wax
he’s never comin’ back (he’s gone)

I might have changed her mind, if I’d a 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 the drive-in picture show
he’s never coming back

he’s never comin’ back
he’s already spent
Like last week’s pay
Like next month’s rent
he’s gone, gone, gone
Like a sad sad song
On a record made of wax
he’s never comin’ back 

Just like a record made of wax
he’s never comin’ back