Many’s the songwriter who has fallen in love with the blues and attempted to write in that vein, only to be struck by the realisation that he/she was not born in a ditch. Fascinating Aida have a case of the whites, Eddie Perfect has ‘Poor Little Middle Class Me’ , and this is my small addition to the genre.
I confess that my chief reason for posting this live, scratchy recording is that the audience is laughing and the piano solo isn’t dreadful. Such are my deep, deep depths.
The “I Got No Right to Sing the Blues” Blues
Well, I woke up this mornin’
With the feelin’ everything was gonna be OK
Said, I woke up this mornin’
With the feelin’ everything was gonna be OK
And by and large and on the whole
Nothing bad happened for the rest of the day.
I got a good woman who loves me,
And six or seven others waitin’ in line,
I got a good woman who loves me,
And six or seven others waitin’ in line,
I got the feelin’ if they all left me,
I’d be sad for a while and then I’d be just fine.
Now, all the people who matter like me,
And the ones who don’t ain’t worth a damn.
Said, all the people who matter really like me,
And the ones who don’t, well, they just ain’t worth a damn
So I’ve got the blues
Over just how unsuited to singing the blues I am.
1 and 1 is 2, 2 and 1 is 3
See, I’m even good at Maths, there ain’t no hope for me
I feel so bad and then I turn on the evening news,
And then I get those white, heterosexual, middle-class,
Statistically likely to die in my bed,
At a ripe old age blues.
Still, I got my piano – look out
Yeah, my butt still looks good,
And I got a great head of hair
So I play to ease the pain
Of the pain that ain’t there
So if you’re feelin’ bad
‘Bout feelin’ good down to your shoes,
Join with me and sing the “I got no right to sing the blues” blues
Join with me if you can, unless you’re from the Sudan
Or your grandparents were Jews.
Then the world will know that, like me,
You got the just so damn well off that you’re lucky to be alive
Blues ——–
Yeah, I can go on.
Haha! Loved it!
Thanks.