Mr. Blue - Dance Hall Crashers

You’ve had all the breaks

Learning from your mom’s mistakes

Eating off your daddy’s plate

Spending all your wasted taste

You can’t see past your gate

Once I saw you dip your toe

Past the line at the end of the road

But frightened you came running home

Oh quit your whining

It’s so boring

Play the victim and

Keep me yawning

How do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describing

You’ve had all the luck

They fought it out for you

Without them you’d be stuck

They held your hand to walk through

Don’t forget you’re bored

And that’s your only problem

Times for you ain’t tough

Try showing them some gratitude

Oh quit your whining

It’s so boring

Play the victim and

Keep me yawning

How do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describing

Hey there Mr Blue

I’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been through

Poor baby, or what did they do to you

Whoa poor old Mr. Blue

Inside your white fence

The glass house you’ve created

Things are getting tense

Don’t feel appreciated

Glance out of your window

It looks like sun to me But you just count the clouds

Sigh and beg for sympathy

Oh quit your whining

It’s so boring

Play the victim and

Keep me yawning

How do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describing

Hey there Mr Blue

I’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been through

Poor baby, oh what did they do to you

Whoa poor old Mr Blue

You could sit there forever

Blaming others but never

Allowing things to get better

I keep trying

Maybe I should just give up Hey there Mr Blue

I’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been through

Poor baby, oh what did they do to you

Whoa poor old Mr. Blue

Oh quit your whining

It’s so boring

Play the victim and

Keep me yawning

How do you expect me to believe the scene that you’re describing

Hey there Mr Blue

I’m hurting just by listening to what you’ve been through

Poor baby, oh what did they do to you

Whoa poor old Mr Blue