Lyrics:

(All right, come on now) Well it's Sunday afternoon I'm sitting in my living room And I'm stung by love Baby don't care about me She got a place on the North End Road I been around, the curtains were closed And I'm stung by love, stung by love Baby don't care about me I got the growing man blues Can't get it on the National Health I got the growing man blues Guess I'll have to get it myself (Come on, all right) Well I follow her around She means (?) And I'm stung by love, Baby don't care about me I'm shy(?) It's about eleven when she turns off the light And I'm stung by love, stung by love Baby don't care about me I got the growing man blues Can't get it on the National Health I got the growing man blues Guess I'll have to get it myself He's got the growing man blues Can't get it on the National Health I got the growing man blues Guess I'll have to get it myself