Dance Hall Crashers Mr. Blue
You've had all the breaks
Learning from your mom's mistakes
Eating off your daddy's plate
Spending all your wasted taste
You can't see past your gate
Once I saw you dip your toe
Past the line at the end of the road
But frightened you came running home
You've had all the luck
They fought it out for you
Without them you'd be stuck
They held your hand to walk through
Don't forget you're bored
And that's your only problem
Times for you ain't tough
Just try showing them some gratitude
Oh, quit your whining, it's so boring
Play the victim and keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe
The scene that you're describing
Hey there, Mr. Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, or what did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
Inside your white fence
The glass house you've created
Things are getting tense
Don't feel appreciated
Glance out of your window
It looks like sun to me
But you just count the clouds
Sigh and beg for sympathy
Oh, quit your whining, it's so boring
Play the victim and keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe
The scene that you're describing
Hey there, Mr. Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, or what did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
You could sit there forever
Blaming others but never
Allowing things to get better
You keep trying
And maybe we should just give up
Oh, quit your whining, it's so boring
Play the victim and keep me yawning
How do you expect me to
Believe you
Hey there, Mr. Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, or what did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
Hey there, Mr. Blue
Hey there, Mr. Blue
What did they do to you
Whoa, poor old Mr. Blue
