Caucasian Blues

All gather round 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 You got them Caucasian Blues again And don't wave your cash around It cannot buy you into this Cause 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 You got them Caucasian Blues again Oh yeah And so you finally took the plunge and got into blues rock And you like to give to charity Because it's easier to patronise than face the facts and now: I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man You got them Caucasian Blues again And again Oh And now you're asking me to sympathise and let you off Because the climate is a-changin' and the times are tough But you took all that you could and it was not enough and now: 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 Oh! Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues, yeah Caucasian Blues