Generic Blues lyrics ( Yankovic Weird Al )
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Artist : Yankovic Weird Al Song : Generic Blues
I woke up this mornin',
Then I went back to bed.
Said I woke up this mornin',
Then I went right back to bed.
Got a funny kinda feelin',
Like I got broken glass in my underwear,
And a herd of wild pigs is tryin' to chew off my
head.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Well, I ain't got no money,
I'm just walkin' down the road.
Said I ain't got no money, honey,
So I'm just walkin' down this lonely old
road.
Well, I wish I could get me some money,
But I forgot my automated teller code.
I was born in a paper sack, in the bottom of a
sewer.
I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family
was so poor,
My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom
tile.
My brothers and sisters all hated me,'cause I
was an only child.
I got the blues so bad.
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama.
Or maybe I'll, yeah, maybe I'll just go bowlin'
instead.
I'm just a no-good, scum-sucking, nose-picking,
boot-licking,
snivelling, grovelling worthless hunk of
slime.
Nothin' but a low-down, beer-bellied,
bone-headed, pigeon-toed,
turkey-necked, weasel-faced worthless hunk of
slime.
I guess I've got a pretty low self-image,
maybe it's a chemical imbalance or
something.
I should probably go and see a doctor about it
when I've got the time.
Aw, make it talk, son, make it talk.
Okay, now make it shut up.
Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to
get me down.
I always feel so miserable whenever I'm
around.
I wish somebody would come along, stick a
pitchfork through my brain.
I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but I'd
just clog up the drain.
I got the blues so bad,
Kinda wish I was dead.
Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama,
Or maybe I'll go bowling.
Or I just might go bowling.
Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go
bowling.
Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament,
put on a stupid-lookin' shirt and go
bowling,
Instead.
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