Ain't got the change
of a nickel
Ain't got no bounce
in my shoes
Ain't got no fancy to tickle
I ain't got nothin'
but the blues
Ain't got no coffee
that's perkin'
Ain't got no feelings
to bruise
Ain't got a dream
that's workin'
I ain't got nothin'
but the blues
The band is swingin'
The folks are singin'
Now I just can't seem
to get off the ground
They leave me fridged
I can't get with it
Since my little baby
left town
Ain't got no rest in
my slumber
Ain't got no winnin's
to lose
Lost all my
telephone numbers
I ain't got nothin'
but the blues
The band is rompin'
The folks are stompin'
Now I just can't seem
to get with it
Ain't nothin' to it
I just can't do it
Since my little baby
left town
Ain't got no home in
Westchester
Ain't got no Chris Craft
to cruise
Stole all of my money
in 'Cheshire
I ain't got nothin'
but the blues