All gather around now:
I'll tell you what it's all about.
You find a good woman
And then you fuck her til your hair falls out.
A round of applause, please,
For the totally clapped-out.
Got them Caucasian Blues again.
Don't wave your cash around.
It cannot by you into this.
Cos you're a waxy-legged, tacky, meat-faced fool
And your money is just cowardice.
No sense of rhythm and your name's not on the list.
Got them Caucasian Blues again. Oh yeah.
So, you finally a' changin' and the times are tough.
But you took all that you could and it was not enough.
I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man.
You're yesterday's news
You've got so much to lose
You got them Caucasian Blues again.
Caucasian Blues, yeah.
Caucasian Blues.
Writer(s): Simon Edward Stafford, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Stephen Patrick Mackey, Ross Orton, Tim Mccall, Martin James F Craft
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