No Spare Parts

Your daddy drank himself half to death When he was thirty-nine years old But I hope you don't think I feel like a father to you But I want to tell you I miss you so much, you're a thousand miles away I'm at the wheel of my car and I'm coming on home to you, yeah Lonely hearts, they're not made to break I got no spare parts, got no oil to change Honey, I ain't accustomed to lose If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through I take the 10 to Phoenix, be in Tucson by the afternoon Get some shut eye in Benson and a bite at the greasy spoon Took a turn off 90, I should have stayed on the interstate I was lost in the real, my map was kind of out of date I saw the lights of Marfa, I guess it was a scenic route When I had to change a tire, I'm glad I wore my western boots Lonely hearts, they're not made to break I got no spare parts, got no oil to change Honey, I ain't accustomed to lose If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through Honey, I ain't accustomed to lose If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through, yeah If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through, yes When I got to Sonora, the sun was shining in my eyes With the air-con busted, the windshield full of flies And in just a few hours, you're going to fall in my loving arms I've been so hot to see you, I set off the fire alarms, yeah Lonely hearts, they're not made to break I got no spare parts, got no oil to change Honey, I ain't accustomed to lose If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get it, baby If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through, yeah Lonely hearts, they're not made to break I got no oil to change, yeah Lonely hearts, they're not made to break I got no spare parts, got no oil to change --- No Spare Parts - The Rolling Stones