Well, that old mad dog, he's barking for the blues bone
Orpheus got a black book and a telephone
Plays that lyre 'cause he doesn't want to be alone;
One look back....
Buy a beer, find a place to stand Have a couple laughs and hear the band Smoke a couple of your favorite brand Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand.
Don't blame me, it's all been Laraby's gang, now, now.
Don't blame me for the song that the Nightingale sang, now, now.
Don't blame me 'bout the vanishing waif,
Don't blame me if your safe ain't safe, now, now.
Guitar Solo:
Sun comes up, you're still awake. There's the sky, still as a lake. Not even that can drown the ache, Looks so high, it must be fake.