Mr. E's Beautiful Blues

The smokestack spit Black soot into the sunny sky The load on the road Brings a tear to the Indian's eye The elephant won't forget What it's like inside its cage The ringmaster's telecaster Sings on an empty stage Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho The girl with the curls And the sweet pink ribbon in her hair She's crawlin' outta' window 'Cause her daddy just don't care Come on Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho The clown with the frown Drivin' down to the sidewalk fair Finger on the trigger Let me tell you it is quite a scare Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho The kids fit the lids When their heads hear that crazy sound My neighbour digs the flavour Still he's moving to another town And I don't believe you're comin' back Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho Well I don't know how you're taking All the shit you see You don't believe anyone But most of all openly agree With you Goddamn right it's a beautiful day (with you) Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho Goddamn right it's a beautiful day Oh-ho