Weird Al Yankovic - Generic Blues Lyrics
I woke up this morningThen I went back to bedSaid I woke up this morningThen I went right back to bedGot a funny kind of feelin like I got broken glass in my underwearAnd a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my headYou know what Im sayinWell I aint got not moneyIm just walkin down the roadSaid I aint got no money, honeySo Im just walking down this lonely old roadWell, I wish I could get me some moneyBut I forgot my automated teller codeI was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewerI had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poorMy daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tilesMy brothers and sisters all hated me cause I was an only childI got the blues so bad, wooKinda wish I was deadMaybe Ill blow my brains out mamaOr maybe ill, yeah maybe Ill just go bowlin insteadIm just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slimeNothing but a low-down beer bellied, bone headed, pigeon toed, turkey necked, weasle faced, worthless hunk of slimeGuess I pretty low self imageMaybe its a chemical imbalance or something -- iI should probably go and see a doctor about it when Ive got the timeMake it talkAw, make it talk, son, make it talkOk, now make it shut upPlagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me downI always feel so miserable whenever Im aroundI wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brainId flush myself right down the toilet, but Id just clog up the drainI got the blues so badKinda wish I was deadMaybe Ill blow my brains out mamaOr maybe Ill go bowlingOr I just might go bowlingMaybe Ill just rent some shoes and go bowlingMaybe Ill join a league, enter a tournament, put on a stupid lookingShirt and go bowling insteadYeah
