• In about two months
    I'll have to move
    To the new tent city
    Near Saint Avenue
    and
    I don't know
    Where I'll be going from there

    In about three weeks
    The power's due
    They say they want money
    From you-know-who
    and
    I don't know
    How they'll get it from here


    In about an hour
    Truth be told
    I'd like a hot meal
    Instead of air served cold
    and
    I don't know
    what else to do
    Than to sing
    The blues


    I 'ave
    Noting more to do
    Than ta' sing the blues.

    But I gotta hear me some
    New Jack Swing
    Ska, Hip Hop
    Rag me up some R AND B
    Untill the lights go out
    Jimmy Dean let those Eletricas scream
    Oh and
    Once it stops?
    Well I sill have the beat.


    You can bet your last 8-bits
    When I head out to
    Those shanty-town-tents
    Start me a fire and get hell bent
    (Skat it up and Jazz the rest)
    and
    They'll turn out
    Just so they can see it Ziing


    I'll gourge my black-eyed soul
    On Cabaret cheese with
    Saltarello seasoned Jawanii jubellies
    Notice not I've lost some weight
    With the Junkanoo diet brew
    and
    If the gospel boys notice too
    We'll sing Hal-leh-lu

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH!

    I ain't got nothing better to do
    Than sing the blues.


    No job, no food
    Nothing to lose
    Here on Saint Aveanue
    and
    I don't know
    What else to do
    Than sing the blues