My Blues Away
Don't wanna live
All by myself
The things I do
Affect my health
It makes me deaf
It make me blind
Drive me half crazy
Till I've almost lost my mind
All by myself
The things I do
Affect my health
It makes me deaf
It make me blind
Drive me half crazy
Till I've almost lost my mind
Go check me out in the morning
Out in the day
Out in the evening
Won't you take
My blues away
Out in the day
Out in the evening
Won't you take
My blues away
Woow woow woow woow
This girl I know
The things she'd do
The way she moved
The way she blew
She wanted my blood
Took me off'a my feet
Opened up her oyster
And her pearl looked kina neat
The things she'd do
The way she moved
The way she blew
She wanted my blood
Took me off'a my feet
Opened up her oyster
And her pearl looked kina neat
Don't check me out in the morning
Out in the day
Out in the evening
Won't you take
My blues away
Out in the day
Out in the evening
Won't you take
My blues away
The way things are
They can't get worse
I've gotta go
Then I'll go first
If things get worse
Some say they must
They can't get better
Cos my bubble gonna burst
They can't get worse
I've gotta go
Then I'll go first
If things get worse
Some say they must
They can't get better
Cos my bubble gonna burst
Woow woow woow woow
Woow woow
Woow woow
My blues away
My blues away
My blues away
My blues away
My blues away
My blues away
My blues away
My blues away
My blues away
Bob Geldof
©The Boomtown Rats
℗1977 Ensign Records
