Haven't Got The Blues (Yet) Songtext
von Loudon Wainwright III
Haven't Got The Blues (Yet) Songtext
I haven′t got the blues yet
But I am somewhat depressed
I own several pairs of shoes
Should I choose to get dressed.
When I wake up in the morning
Life can seem so unfair
Although my woman hasn't left me yet
And there′s a cleaning lady there
I'm knocking back the chardonnay
And popping Zoloft too
I've got a lot of free time
I don′t know what to do
I haven′t got the blues yet
But I'm definitely down
I feel like Emmett Kelly
That mopey circus clown
I haven′t got the blues yet
But I admit I'm in the dumps
Everyone else is cheerful
I′ve got a bad case of the grumps
I'm holed up in my living room
I hardly get around
As for my composure
That′s in the lost and founds
I went to see a doctor
Actually a therapist
He said "Blame it on your parents, son
They made you feel like this."
I kinda sorta loathe myself
Let me count the ways
I haven't got the blues yet
But I'm experiencing malaise
I haven′t got the blues yet
But I guess it won′t be long
'Cause I′m feeling kinda blueish
That's why I wrote this song
My life isn′t tragic
But it's still a doggone shame
That I′m not the man I used to be
Though we're genetically the same
I like to wallow in it when I take a dive or dip
I suppose if I was English
I'd have a stiffer upper lip
I haven′t got the blues yet
I′m just a little low
But when I really get 'em
You′ll be the first to know
I'm just a leaky supertanker
With a lot of oil to spill
I sure am feeling sorry for myself
But if I don′t, who will?
But I am somewhat depressed
I own several pairs of shoes
Should I choose to get dressed.
When I wake up in the morning
Life can seem so unfair
Although my woman hasn't left me yet
And there′s a cleaning lady there
I'm knocking back the chardonnay
And popping Zoloft too
I've got a lot of free time
I don′t know what to do
I haven′t got the blues yet
But I'm definitely down
I feel like Emmett Kelly
That mopey circus clown
I haven′t got the blues yet
But I admit I'm in the dumps
Everyone else is cheerful
I′ve got a bad case of the grumps
I'm holed up in my living room
I hardly get around
As for my composure
That′s in the lost and founds
I went to see a doctor
Actually a therapist
He said "Blame it on your parents, son
They made you feel like this."
I kinda sorta loathe myself
Let me count the ways
I haven't got the blues yet
But I'm experiencing malaise
I haven′t got the blues yet
But I guess it won′t be long
'Cause I′m feeling kinda blueish
That's why I wrote this song
My life isn′t tragic
But it's still a doggone shame
That I′m not the man I used to be
Though we're genetically the same
I like to wallow in it when I take a dive or dip
I suppose if I was English
I'd have a stiffer upper lip
I haven′t got the blues yet
I′m just a little low
But when I really get 'em
You′ll be the first to know
I'm just a leaky supertanker
With a lot of oil to spill
I sure am feeling sorry for myself
But if I don′t, who will?
Writer(s): Loudon Wainwright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com