set up two glasses joe and turn the jukebox low and let me sit and reminisce while i pretend that she is sittin here with me the way she did not long ago we used to paint the town red and dance until two well i don t paint it red no more but i m paintin it blue he s stole her love i know but he can t stop me joe from having just a dream or two set up two glasses joe maybe you didn t know but there s a mem ry in the room a memory that walks a memory that talks and haunts me everywhere i go i m just a fool who loves her and will till i die from the very first hello until the last goodbye and this is that you know so fill two glasses joe and leave me here alone to cry