On Monday I hate the blues
on Tuesday god I still hate the blues
on Wednesday really hate the vain blues
on Thursday my puss hates the blues
on Friday my wife left me the blues
whatever day I hate the jerk blues
Mondays and Tuesdays and
Wednesdays and Thursdays and Fridays
and Saturdays and Sundays
and week days and week ends
and holidays, did I say Mondays?
every day I hate the blues.

If I could have a painless day without blues
If I could walk away in shiny new beautiful stoneless shoes
If I could have a peaceful day without blues
If I could enjoy heavenly world without blues musicians' whine and booze
Just for a one day, bluesless paradise
it's too much to ask for, blues is everywhere
radio plays the Robert Johnson's heir
I'm crying in despair, crying in despair, exhausted in despair

This morning I hate the blues
this breakfast deeply I hate the blues
this dump seat damn I hate the crap blues
this lunch time my steak hates the blues
this tea time the waitress showed me the blues
whatever time I hate the dork blues
second and hour each minute in shower
when she's underneath me while brushing my teeth
the moment I bred and then sleepless in bed
every day I hate the blues.

If I could have...

In April I hate the blues
on may day stupid me hates the blues
in June heat burning hate for the blues
in July my ass hates the blues
in August my teacher gave me the blues
whatever month I hate the dull blues
September, October,
November, December
January February,
March and then Christmas
and winter and spring and summer and autumn
every day I hate the blues.

If I could have...
Just for a one day...

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