Simple Blues

I make heaps of useless lines and crooked rhyme Sing my hungry feeling in syncopated time Paint surrealistisc pictures holding symbol clues When all I've got is just that simple blues I talk about uniformity and quote mr. Freud Analyse the telephone book and fear I'm paranoid Explain I dig Marx Brothers and hate tomato juice When all I've got is just that simple blues Go see a doctor, go see a shrink They are paid to help you, when you're on the blink But they don't really know, cause they're not in my shoes That all I've got is just that simple blues You know that I dig eating on a pizza restaurant And afterwards go drinking and playing with the band But all the laughter in the pub is of little use When you're not here there's just that simple blues