Lyrics:

Well, I've never been lucky at picking up women
But this life that I live is not one that I choose
She was a waitress with hair blond and curly
With a pretty black dress and those Japanese shoes
Man, I need to impress her
'Cause I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja
When I'm singing tonight
Well, she looked so pretty as she poured my coffee
But she had her eye on my friend at the bar
And I watched her watch him and I watched her thinking
I wish her eye was on me
Man, I need to impress her
'Cause I'd like to undress her
I need a song about Sonja
When I'm singing tonight
And if I could sing her a tender love ballad
I'd hope that the audience might sing along
But I can't find the right way to tell her my feelings
And still make the words rhyme with Sonja
No, I've never been lucky at picking up women
But this life that I live is not one that I choose
And she was a waitress, now she's gone forever
And I'm stuck with this song that I never will use

Man, you need to impress her
If you want to undress her
Sing a song about Sonja
When you're singing tonight
Sing a song about Sonja
When you're singing tonight