They're waking you up to close the bar

The street's wet, you can tell by the sound of the cars

The bartender's singing "Clementine"

While he's turning around the open sign

"Dreadful sorry, Clementine"

Though he's still your man

It seems a long time gone

Maybe the whole thing's wrong

What if he thinks so and just didn't say so?

You drank yourself into slow-mo

Made an angel in the snow

Anything to pass the time

And keep that song out of your mind

Oh, my darling

Oh, my darling

Oh, my darling, Clementine

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Dreadful sorry, Clementine