Whatcha going to do when the sun goes down tonight? Youll hit the same old clubs, rap that same old trash Thats right Youve got them real silk shirts and them baggy pants Dago shoes in the colors that match But the girls are acting bored And youre feeling like youre going to lose Youve got the G.Q. Blues You get up every morning and you go to work each day (you go to work, you go to work, you go to work) Been doing the same damn job for ten long years this May (youve got to work, youve got to work, youve got to work) Youve been working and saving for your Jamaican dream Paradise is waiting across the sea But when your plane lands, Montego turns to monsoon Youve got the Island Blues! Cause, nothing ever goes as planned Its a hell of a notion Even Pharaohs turn to sand Like a drop in the ocean Youre so together and you act so civilized But every time that things go wrong youre still surprised Youve done your duty, youve paid a fortune in dues Still got them Mother Natures Blues Ill strut around the stage like a little king tonight! Theyll scream for every word and every note, thats right! But when the show is over and Im all alone Cant reach my baby on the telephone And everywhere I look Mr. Loneliness is in the news Ive got the Big Star Blues Boy, nothing ever goes as planned Its a hell of a notion Even Pharaohs turn to sand Like a drop in the ocean Im so together and I act so civilized But every time that things go wrong Im still surprised Ive done my duty and paid a fortune in dues Still got them Mother Natures Blues
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 17:43:30 +0000
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