[Part I]
[Verse 1: Randy Newman]
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
Hustlin' down the city street and selling his ass for a dollar bag
[Verse 2: Randy Newman]
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines and a sailor, oh
[Chorus: Randy Newman]
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
[Part II]
[Verse 1: Paul Simon]
When I was nine years old
My daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh
His little boy ran to the room
Where his piano lay in wait for him
He played and he played
He played and he played
[Chorus: Randy Newman & Paul Simon]
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
[Verse 2: Paul Simon]
A year ago, I met a girl
I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all we'd hit were the blues
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus: Randy Newman]
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's really got the blues
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