Brand new year, same ol' trouble Stroke of midnight didn't change a thing She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble And writes these sad songs I sing You know I hate New Year's Eve Another year I can't believe Another pounding in my head Another woman in my bed I don't know this ones name I'm glad she's here just the same Now and then I need some help to keep my mind off someone else Brand new year, same ol' trouble Stroke of midnight didn't change a thing She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble Writes these sad songs I sing Tonight I wish I'd just stayed home Could've stayed there and drank alone Could've stayed there and had a ball Waiting round on her call Could've made believe i was still her man Instead of being where i am But here I am and here I go High again and feeling low Brand new year, same ol' trouble Stroke of midnight didn't change a thing She'll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble And writes these sad songs I sing