I used to sit around,
Staring at my shoes,
Nothing to do,
And nothing to lose,
Now my situation’s changed,
And I think I’m gonna blow a fuse,
I wish I had yesterday’s blues.
I used to eat supper,
In my underwear,
Smoke short cigars,
And nobody cared,
Now I’ve got more troubles than I can use,
I wish I had yesterday’s blues.
Now if ya wanna wish,
Upon a star,
Carry moonbeams home,
In a mason jar,
Well then just stay,
Right where you are,
And keep on livin those,
Yesterday’s blues. – Sinz