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Paul was accompanied by Vinny Serino of the Boston Baked Blues Band, one of the country's top blues-harmonica players, with special guest George Lewis from the House of Blues band on guitar, as well as several well-known session players in the horn section. The recording  was produced and engineered by Joe Pet of Street Beat Productions, assisted by Dan Tarlow of Gizmo Records. Editing and Mastering were done by Carl Stone of CD Studios. (copyright 1993)

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Written by Paul J. Murphy (Paul D'Angelo)

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(1st verse)

Bad reception on my cell-phone; my computer’s down again,

My TV’s not a big-screen; I’m laughed-at by my friends,

The air condition’s broken; it’s no wonder I’m a grouch,

The remote-control is missing; gotta get my big ass off the couch…

(chorus #1)

I’m so depressed. I’ve paid my dues.

You think you’ve got problems? Well I was born to lose,

I’ve got the middle-class, recession-stricken, spoiled white-boy blues.

Have mercy.

 

(2nd verse)

My cholesterol’s too high; my investment yield is low,

The Saab’s in the garage ‘cuz the turbo is running slow,

My golf-game is inconsistent and my tan is getting light,

My mistress caught me with my girlfriend and she’s gonna tell my wife…

(chorus #2)

I’m so depressed. I’ve paid my dues.

You don’t have to be poor and lonely, or drowning in the booze,

Just a working stiff with hassles, it’s the spoiled white-boy blues. 

(harmonica solo)

 

(3rd verse)

My boss is on my back; I’m overdue to get a raise,

I looked forward to my vacation and it rained for seven days,

I can’t smoke, it causes cancer; food I like’s bad for my health,

They tell me sex will kill me, unless I do it with myself…

(chorus #3)

I’m so depressed. I’ve paid my dues.

I can’t have any fun because they’ve got me too confused,

I’m just a middle-classed, recession-stricken, white-boy with the blues.

(harmonica solo)

(chorus #4)

Not all the sorry victims get on the evening news,

I’ve got the middle-class, recession-stricken, spoiled white-boy blues

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