Hello. We are about to begin a little excursion if you will. Down into the depths Plunging downward, down Into what appears to be a bottomless pit So now as we go, and going we might Inviting ourselves to see some sights Good luck! Down, down we fall What will become of it all? And falling we fall And fall, fall, fall Looking cute like a storybook for you to look at So now here we are and are here we is Walking like cows and mammals of show biz The lifestyles of the bizarre and neurotic Look! Donuts and crackers And paper cups to drink juice out of This is the life Yeah, but what about the strife? The pain and suffer-age and all that ruff-age You mean them blues? You know what I’m talking about Well I’ve had dem blues since I don’t know when Looks like I’ve got dem blues again Dem blues, dem blues Dem blues, dem blues I really don’t know what I’m after You’re stepping on the crackers I’m really feeling kind of loose Would you like some juice? Dem blues will make me sad Dem blues will make me mad But dem blues, dem blues is all I have ever really had That’s sad You know fame means nothing to me Fortune even less You ain’t no donut You know I only wanted to be a lover Instead of a pest What was that test you failed? And When my eyes turn inward knowing I find myself beginning to Sing dem blues, dem blues Dem blues, dem blues Dem damn blues You’ve made crumbs of a lot of crackers Hey what’s that? Looks like some kind of squiggly thing Why it’s the most fascinating thing to be just floating around Well don’t get carried away