| Oh Lord, wish my bed wasn’t silken sheets so tight
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| I got to keep my strength up got to do a show tonight
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| I’ll have a cup of coffee while I’m taking in the news
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| No need to have a shave 'cause I’m gonna sing the blues
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| Well, I think I’ll get a massage, maybe lose a little fat
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| So I’ll have to go downtown in my brand new Cadillac
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| My valet comes and dresses me, I light a big cigar
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| Because I like to look like Nimrod when I’m riding in my car
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| Can blue men sing the whites
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| Or are they hypocrites for singing, woo, woo, wooh?
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| And now it’s getting near the time, I gotta make the scene
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| I change out my dark gray mohair suit put on my dirty jeans
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| The band comes round to pick me up, I holler, «Hello, boys»
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| I gotta mess my hair up, I’m gonna make some noise brrr
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| Can blue men sing the whites
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| Or are they hypocrites for singing woo, woo, wooh?
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| Oh Lord, somebody help me |