(1st verse)
Bad
reception on my cell-phone; my computers down again,
My
TVs not a big-screen; Im laughed-at by my friends,
The
air conditions broken; its no wonder Im a grouch,
The
remote-control is missing; gotta get my big ass off the couch
(chorus #1)
Im
so depressed. Ive paid my dues.
You
think youve got problems? Well I was born to lose,
Ive
got the middle-class, recession-stricken, spoiled white-boy blues.
Have
mercy.
(2nd verse)
My
cholesterols too high; my investment yield is low,
The
Saabs 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 shes gonna tell my wife
(chorus #2)
Im
so depressed. Ive paid my dues.
You
dont have to be poor and lonely, or drowning in the booze,
Just a
working stiff with hassles, its the spoiled white-boy blues.
(harmonica solo)
(3rd verse)
My
boss is on my back; Im overdue to get a raise,
I
looked forward to my vacation and it rained for seven days,
I
cant smoke, it causes cancer; food I likes bad for my health,
They
tell me sex will kill me, unless I do it with myself
(chorus #3)
Im
so depressed. Ive paid my dues.
I
cant have any fun because theyve got me too confused,
Im
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,
Ive got the middle-class,
recession-stricken, spoiled white-boy blues
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