Can Blue Men Sing The Whites - The Bonzo Dog Band

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

(Spoken) Not yet, 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 hypocrites 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 hypocrites 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