| I haven’t got the blues yet
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| But I am somewhat depressed
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| I own several pairs of shoes
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| Should I choose to get dressed
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| When I wake up in the morning
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| Life can seem so unfair
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| Although my woman hasn’t left me yet
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| And there’s a cleaning lady there
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| I’m knocking back the chardonnay
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| And popping Zoloft too
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| I’ve got a lot of free time
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| I don’t know what to do
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| I haven’t got the blues yet
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| But I’m definitely down
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| I feel like Emmett Kelly
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| That mopey circus clown
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| I haven’t got the blues yet
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| But I admit I’m in the dumps
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| Everyone else is cheerful
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| I’ve got a bad case of the grumps
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| I’m holed up in my living room
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| I hardly get around
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| As for my composure
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| That’s in the lost and founds
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| I went to see a doctor
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| Actually a therapist
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| He said «Blame it on your parents, son
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| They made you feel like this»
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| I kinda sorta loathe myself
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| Let me count the ways
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| I haven’t got the blues yet
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| But I’m experiencing malaise
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| I haven’t got the blues yet
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| But I guess it won’t be long
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| 'Cause I’m feeling kinda blueish
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| That’s why I wrote this song
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| My life isn’t tragic
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| But it’s still a doggone shame
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| That I’m not the man I used to be
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| Though we’re genetically the same
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| I like to wallow in it when I take a dive or dip
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| I suppose if I was English
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| I’d have a stiffer upper lip
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| I haven’t got the blues yet
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| I’m just a little low
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| But when I really get 'em
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| You’ll be the first to know
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| I’m just a leaky supertanker
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| With a lot of oil to spill
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| I sure am feeling sorry for myself
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| But if I don’t, who will? |