Sad ‘Cause I Can’t Have the Blues
I make a million bucks a day,
Drink champagne and chardonnay;
I count my lovers in threes and in twos,
But I’m so sad ‘cause I can’t have the blues.
I’m sexy, handsome and thin
With wavy hair and lily-white skin,
Lord, what’s a man like me to do –
I just gotta get me some of those blues.
I got a yacht and a private jet,
I have every exotic pet;
But I just have to ask you –
Where can I go to get me the blues?
Been to Hawaii and Miami Beach,
Got a pineapple and a lovely peach,
Been lookin’ and drivin’ in my BMW –
But I haven’t yet found those blues.
Depressed by all my houses and cars,
My perfect teeth and Cuban cigars;
I swear upon all my Armani suits
I’ll never be happy if I can’t have the blues.
