the dead milkmen
the blues song
We can stand naked on the corner of Main Street, baby, and Let everybody slow down and take a look You can drive your Cadillac to the library, baby, and maybe read the Last ten pages of an Agatha Christie book You can feed my cat to my dog And turn around and feed my dog to my horse You can screw the whole damn royal family, baby, until they All get a divorce  Baby, baby, baby Baby, you can do anything you want to do, baby I swear it will not bother me Cause, baby, you know Baby, you know you've got to You've got to You've got to be what you're going to be  You can burn down the orphanage, baby, over there on the Poor side of town You can go to the circus, baby, frighten the elephants See if you can get them to maybe, Trample a clown You can steal the prize out of my box of cereal, baby, and Replace it with a rat You can walk up to someone who might be a little overweight And be kinda sensitive about it and say "Oh my god, you're really fat!"  Live and let live, baby That's the cornerstone The very essence of my philosophy And baby Baby, you know You know you've got to You've got to You've got to be what you're going to be  I'm gonna play my harmonica Since i charge $35 a note I'm not gonna play much of my harmonica You see the blues The blues isn't an art form It's not a type of music The blues is a product Not unlike computer chips or tampons The blues is a way for white kids to feel That they understand the feelings of black people Without ever having to meet any of them The blues is all these things and more Available for $19.95  Oh, baby Baby, you can do whatever you want to do, baby Baby, you know it's not going to bother me Cause baby you know You know you've got to You've got to be what you're going to be  Here comes the solo! Ooh, and what a solo it is You know That might not be the blues but it sure makes me sad  Listen, in the distance The sound of Leadbelly rolling in his grave  I've said it before, baby I'll say it again Live and let live The very essence, the cornerstone The summit of my philosophy Baby, baby, you know Baby, you know you've got to You've got to be what you're going to be  A blues man needs a nickname And everybody calls me Two Shoes Cause i always wear two shoes I know it's not much of a nickname But by the time i got around to getting my nickname All the good ones were taken Take for example Blind Lemon Lipschitz Blind Lemon Lipschitz gouged out his own eyes with his thumbnails So he could be called blind lemon It's true, don't laugh He felt the very essence of the blues, calling him from within And he felt that contract too  Oh, baby Baby, you know Baby, you know you can do whatever you do I don't care I don't give a damn, baby It's not gonna bother me Cause baby, baby, be	-be	-be	-be	-be	-be	-be	 You gotta You gotta You gotta You gotta You gotta be You gotta be what you're going to be