| We wrote our names on a dollar bill down at the Dollar Bill Bar |
| Our feelings couldn’t reach the ceiling |
| So we hung it right there on the wall |
| We were spinning 'round so silly drunk |
| The green was just like rippling leaves |
| In a forest full of promises |
| A hundred thousand broken-down dreams |
| Guys like you are a dime a dozen |
| You should count your lucky stars |
| Honey, if I had a dollar for every single sailor’s heart |
| I could break a hundred down at the Dollar Bill Bar |
| So don’t look too close at the dollar bills down at the Dollar Bill Bar |
| You may see my name is written there |
| Then you know I’ve been here before |
| You may think that you are special, think that you got what it takes |
| But I’m standing here to tell you, that was your very first mistake |
| 'Cause guys like you are a dime a dozen |
| You should count your lucky stars |
| Honey, if I had a dollar for every single cowboy’s heart |
| Well, honey, I could break a hundred down at the Dollar Bill Bar |
| Guys like you are a dime a dozen |
| You should count your lucky stars |
| Honey, if I had a dollar for every single hopeful heart |
| Well, honey, I could break a hundred down at the Dollar Bill Bar |
| Honey, I could break a hundred down at the Dollar Bill Bar |
| So if I ask you for a dollar bill down at the Dollar Bill Bar |
| Just think twice before you pull me up |
| Take me for a twirl on that floor |
| And if I tell you that I love you |
| And I tell you that I want to take you home |
| Just turn around here and leave here |
| 'Cause I’m telling you you’re better off alone |