On the day that I get the blues

On the day that I get the blues

It is made ​​to flood the hearts of cigar smoke,
Please send a pill, a gramophone!

It is suspected of drums as sessions, nicotine, and
For your prayer is almost as long as the song of the black keys!

when she shakes her flag
Oh! escape your lonely thoughts
When she swings her hips,
Oh Girl! That is like calling a friend!

Evil, and she makes me fly
As high as a bird lazy.
Cool, cool, with a bastard sound.

It is designed to make the words of his mother not avail,
A long shot, a drink in the next birth.

A bad company, a new step, tarot cards
Babe what can you bring to me?

When she shakes her flag
Oh! escape your lonely thoughts
When she swings her hips,
Oh Girl! That is like calling a friend!

Evil, and she makes me fly
as high as a lazy bird.
Cool, cool, with a bastard sound.