English, Scottish, Irish A honky all the way Lionel wasn’t pappy Neither was ol’ Cab Ev’ry day I curse the way My life is dull and drab Go on and spread the news I’ve got the I’m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues!
Got a payin’ job A man who’s good and true A spacious flat in New York City How could I be blue? My credit cards are paid up Except for MasterCard If my life is such a piece of cake Tell me why is it so hard? I ought to hit the booze I’ve got the I’m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues! BRIDGE
Well, I dig my Ethel Waters Bessie Smith takes my breath away And I live for ev’ry word of pain From Billie Holiday
Sometimes when I’m lonely I think I have my chance I try to sing St. Louis Blues To my cat and my houseplants But my cat gets catatonic My violets start to shrink When the ivy starts to climb the walls It’s time to pour a drink Each time I try, I los e I’ve got the I’m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues!
INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE
3rd VERSE REPEAT
CODA
Each time I try I lose Spoken “Come to me Patti LaBelle” Ah…huh! Spoken “Oh, that was pathetic!” I know you feel that way, too, sometimes, don’t ya You listen to the radio and say “Hey, I wanna sing like that” But first you make sure that no one is spying on you And then you let it out in your shower And you feel so fantastic Until you find out Your girlfriend or your boyfriend Or your husband or your wife Or your cat or your dog Is making fun of you You, too, have the I’m-too-white-to-sing-the-blues blues!
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