Lyrics:

I was lying in my bed, pull the silken sheets up tight
I gotta keep me strength up, gotta do a show tonight
I have a sip of coffee while I'm taking in the news
Don't need to have a shave 'cause I gotta sing the blues
(Oh shit man)

Then I think I'll get a massage, maybe, lose a little fat
So I have to go downtown in my brand-new Cadillac
My valet comes and dresses me, I light a big cigar
Cos' I like to look like Nimrod when I'm riding in my car

Can blue men sing the whites?
Or are they hypo-crytes for singing: Whooo ooo oooH

And now it's getting near the time I gotta make the scene
I change out my dark-grey mohair suit, pull on my dirty jeans
The band comes round to pick me up, I holler: 'Hello boys
I gotta mess my hair up and gotta make some noise.'

Can blue men sing the whites?
Or are they hypo-crytes for singing: Whooo ooo oooH

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to do you a little number now that's been very lucky for us from during the depression when everybody was very depressed

O Lordy
In dem cotton fields
O Mama
I mean it
Somebody help me
Tell me like it was
Bugga-boo, buggaaah-whoo-oo