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.