| Yes, I admit, I’ve got a thinkin' problem |
| She’s always on my mind |
| Her memory goes round and round |
| I’ve tried to quit a thousand times |
| Yes, I admit, I’ve got a thinkin' problem |
| Fill the glass up to the top |
| I’ll start with loving her |
| But I don’t know when to stop |
| I wake up and right away |
| Her name is on my lips |
| Once a memory starts to fold |
| Well, I can’t stop with just one sip |
| Yes, I admit, I’ve got a thinkin' problem |
| She’s always on my mind |
| Her memory goes round and round |
| I’ve tried to quit a thousand times |
| Yes, I admit, I’ve got a thinkin' problem |
| Fill the glass up to the top |
| I’ll start with loving her |
| But I don’t know when to stop |
| I keep on rememberin' |
| How good it used to be |
| Getting stoned all along |
| On my favorite memory |
| Yes, I admit, I’ve got a thinkin' problem |
| She’s always on my mind |
| Her memory goes round and round |
| I’ve tried to quit a thousand times |
| Yes, I admit, I’ve got a thinkin' problem |
| Fill the glass up to the top |
| I’ll start with loving her |
| But I don’t know when to stop |
| I’ll start with loving her |
| But I don’t know when to stop! |