Spoken by Mike, the bartender: For ev'ry rose that withers and dies Another blooms in it's stead. A new love waits to open its eyes After the old love is dead. Sung by Hannah: That sounds alright in a careless rhyme But there's seldom a second time Better luck next time That could never be Because there ain't gonna be no next time For me - no siree Made up my mind To make another start I've made my mind up but I can't make up My heart I'd like a new lucky day That would be nice But this comes just once in a lifetime Not twice So don't say better luck next time That can never be Because there ain't gonna be no next time For me.