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