I've got those aggravatin', palpitatin' headache-makin' blues.
I'm mussin' up my hair and kickin' off my shoes.
Takin' off the telephone and switchin' off the news.
Wanna be on my own, so leave me alone.

I've got those melancholy, not-so-jolly, end of folly blues.
My champagne's turned to lemonade. My fillet steak to stews.
Although I had the starring part seems like I missed my cues.
So turn off the spot. I'm changing the plot.

When a woman has a love affair it's good for her morale.
She's dated and feted, her charms are gold-plated
And everyone's her pal.
But when she has a change of heart then she falls in the pit.
Goes around in a daze with her mind in a haze,
Saying "This is it!. This is it!"

I've got those uninvited, unexcited, sad-love blighted blues.
I used to be so fancy-free said "What have I to lose?"
To lose my heart is one thing I never thought I'd choose.
So better beware! Stay out of my hair!
I've got the blues.