| ← | Pearl Jam | → |
| F♯⁷ | 2-4-2-3-2-2 |
| F♯⁷+ | 2-4-2-3-5-2 |
| A | D |
| Sorry is the fool who trades his s | oul for a corvette |
| H⁷ | C♯⁷ |
| thinks he'll get the girl, he'll only g | et the mechanic, |
| F♯⁷ | F♯⁷+ | d | E | |
| What's m | issing? He's l | iving a d | ay he'll soon forg | et. |
| D | E | |
| That's o | ne more time around, | the sun is going down, |
| C♯⁷ | F♯⁷ | |
| The m | oon is out, but he's drunk and shouting, | putting people down, |
| D | E | A | ( - D - A - D) | |
| he's p | issing, he's l | iving, a day he'll soon forg | et. |
| Counts his money every morning, the only thing that keeps him horny, |
| Locked in a giant house, that's alarming, |
| The townsfolk, they all laugh. |
| A | D |
| Sorry is the fool who trades his l | ove for hi-rise rent, |
| H⁷ | C♯⁷ |
| Seems the more you make, equals the l | oneliness you get, |
| F♯⁷ | F♯⁷+ | d | E | |
| And it's f | itting, he's barely l | iving, a d | ay he'll soon forg | et. |
| D | E | |
| That's o | ne more time around, | and there is not a sound, |
| C♯⁷ | F♯⁷ | |
| He's l | ying dead, clutching Benjamins, never | put the money down, |
| D | E | A | ( - D - A - D) | |
| He's st | iffening, we're all wh | istling, a man we'll soon forg | et |