Be-bop Deluxe Like An Old Blues
Laughing at me,
Those pictures you said were strange . . .
Out of tune, out of key
It's such a shame but you never quite see,
You always put the blame on me . . .
I'm like an old blues that you never use,
Going out of style and it's not worthwhile anymore . . .
Looking at you and the way you shine.
Like a sharp knife . . .
Well, I've found a new switchblade,
It's time I took a stab at a new life . . .
There's nothing left for me to lose . . .
You're just an old blues that I never use,
Going out of style and it's not worthwhile anymore . . .
You send your dirty words to me,
You're having a ball with the men of the law . . .
But the poet and his pen are free
And there's nothing you can do
That will ever bring me to my knees . . .
Calling me names . . . You make me feel like I'm crazy . . .
Something has changed, I don't care for you lately . . .
Nothing left for me to do . . .
I'm like an old blues that you never use,
Going out of style and it's not worthwhile anymore . . .
