Mr. Blue
Intro:
Yah yah yah, yah yah yah, yah yah yah (repeat)
Meet Mr. Blue, elegant Jew of New York City
Ex-real estate man, sits on the can, always looks pretty
And Miss Never-Say-Please, pink and white knees, favorite kitty
Movie star queen fell off the screen, oh, what a pity
Diamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff
And a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors
It s just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there s never no more
With pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys
Straighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes
Look down on the street, nobody knows about you yet
But you re pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I d regret
Should your show, come to a close, as a vignette
Meet Mr. Blue
Shooting stars, they have fallen all around you
Where it is they all fall to, no one knows
Pretty soon I m gonna shoot myself... up with you
Just to find out where it is that you go
Verse 1
by: José Duarte
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