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
|
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, oh 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
|
Maybe I 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, oh what did they do to you
|
Whoa poor old Mr Blue
|
|
-----------------
|
Mr. Blue
|
Dance Hall Crashers |