Haunted by the specter of Randy Tate Oh, the horror of that disembodied balding pate Cast a shadow in the sunlight and glows in the dark And hovers among
made that the start of the blues And from a jail came the wail Of a down-hearted frail And they played that as part of the blues From a whippoorwill
your toothpaste And I'll do anything it takes To keep you here with me Losing you's a sure way To set off my allergies [Chorus:] I'm allergic to the blues
And they made that the start of the blues And from a jail came the wail Of a down-hearted frail And they played that as part of the blues From a whippoorwill
felt more like running away But why should I go 'Cause I couldn't stay, without you You got me singing the blues. [Instrumental] I never felt more like singing the blues
i refused to face it The blues in black and white When i got home i knew, baby Something was wrong tonight When i found the note you wrote ,it gave The blues
really means, I'm glad to be, Yes siree, Where the welcome's free. They're so good to me, That's where I can lose, My Basin Street Blues
s got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear
don't talk about me when I'm gone Baby, are you against me too? Had a great idea the other night Come-A-Ti-Yi-Yippie, baby Look out When the blue of
they find some injection To calm that love rejection All I've got to save me now is you 'Cause I'm allergic to the blues I'm allergic to the blues
they made that the start of the blues And from a jail, came the wail Of a down, hearted frail And they played that, as part of the blues From a whippoorwill
never felt more like running away But why should I go 'Cause I couldn't stay without you You got me singing the blues I never felt more like singing the blues
refused to face it The blues in black and white When I got home I knew [Incomprehensible] Something was wrong tonight When I found the note you wrote, it gave me The blues
got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear
't talk about me when I'm gone Baby, are you against me too? Had a great idea the other night Come, A, Ti, Yi, Yippie, baby Look out When the blue of
Haunted by the specter of randy tate Oh, the horror of that disembodied balding pate Cast a shadow in the sunlight and glows in the dark And hovers among