Blue Sky Blues Lyrics

I took the road suggested

Chewed on their sage advice

I never once protested

When they changed my chips to plain boiled rice

My book's way overdue

I've got the blue sky blues

I used to love it when I found a stash of gentleman's mags

I'd take them up the Heath and stuff them in a black plastic bag

Then after dinner i'd be up there with a badly rolled fag

It seems those days are through

I've got the blue sky blues, I've got the blue sky blues

Four wheels on the driveway

Nought to forty in an hour

Every Friday's pie day

And it always smells bizarre in my shower

Next time it could be you

Who gets the blue sky blues

I used to love it when the woman in the opposite flat

Would turn her lamp on, leave her curtains open, ooh just a crack

A drunken fumble as she struggled with an awkward bra strap

I moved and lost that view

I've got the blue sky blues, I've got the blue sky blues

I need a sound solution

A sign from up above

There was one time in Luton

When I found a ragged goalkeeper's glove

Until I find my clue

I'll have the blue sky blues

I used to love it when i'd hide behind a bush in the park

I'd take a can or two and wait until the evening got dark

Then stifle laughter as the local lovers started their larks

You'd sometimes find a shoe

I've got the blue sky blues

I've got the blue sky blues

I've got the blue sky blues

I've got the blue sky blues

I've got the blue sky blues

I've got the blue sky blues

I've got the blue sky blues

I've got the blue sky blues