| Well, whatever happened to Lonesome Dave? | 
| Used to play in a rock 'n' roll band | 
| He’d be up and on the stage | 
| All the kids would raise their hands | 
| But oh, then disco came | 
| Nothing lasts for long | 
| Oh, it’s such a shame | 
| Lonesome Dave is gone | 
| Well, he’d be up there rockin' out | 
| Three-hundred-sixty-five days a year | 
| Lightnin' Boogie and Amy’s Blues | 
| Play it so loud that it hurt my ears | 
| And oh, somethin' went wrong | 
| Yeah, the times have changed | 
| Now it’s a different song | 
| Lonesome Dave is gone | 
| All right, Dave! | 
| Yeah! | 
| Well, three P.M. | 
| at the Holiday Inn | 
| The room service coming on a tray | 
| Tuna melt and an orange juice | 
| It was heaven there for Lonesome Dave | 
| But, oh, that disco came | 
| Oh, the times have changed | 
| Now it’s a different song | 
| Lonesome Dave is gone | 
| Well, I wish I was Lonesome Dave | 
| I’d lay up with the girls all night | 
| I’d run round in the parking lot | 
| I’d drink some beer and get into fights | 
| But oh, it’s only me | 
| Now it’s a different song | 
| What will be, will be | 
| Lonesome Dave is gone | 
| All right, Dave | 
| Hang on, Dave, yeah! | 
| Well, whatever happened to Lonesome Dave? | 
| He used to play in a guitar band | 
| Three-hundred-sixty-five days a year | 
| God, I know, we all love him, man | 
| Yeah, and he’d go wild | 
| Yeah, the crowd would yell | 
| Time is moving on | 
| Lonesome Dave is gone | 
| Bye bye, Dave! | 
| Yeah | 
| Bye bye, Dave! |