Mr Blue — Dance Hall Crashers

You've had all the breaks Learning from your mom's mistakes Eating off your daddy's plate Spending all your wasted taste You can't see past your gate Once I saw you dip your toe Past the line at the end of the road But frightened you came running home

Oh quit your whining It's so boring Play the victim and Keep me yawning How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing

You've had all the luck They fought it out for you Without them you'd be stuck They held your hand to walk through Don't forget you're bored And that's your only problem Times for you ain't tough Try showing them some gratitude

Oh quit your whining It's so boring Play the victim and Keep me yawning How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing

Hey there Mr Blue I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through Poor baby, or what did they do to you Whoa poor old Mr. Blue

Inside your white fence The glass house you've created Things are getting tense Don't feel appreciated Glance out of your window It looks like sun to me But you just count the clouds Sigh and beg for sympathy

Oh quit your whining It's so boring Play the victim and Keep me yawning How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing

Hey there Mr Blue I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through Poor baby, oh what did they do to you Whoa poor old Mr Blue

You could sit there forever Blaming others but never Allowing things to get better I keep trying Maybe I should just give up

Hey there Mr Blue I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through Poor baby, oh what did they do to you Whoa poor old Mr. Blue

Oh quit your whining It's so boring Play the victim and Keep me yawning How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing

Hey there Mr Blue I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through Poor baby, oh what did they do to you Whoa poor old Mr Blue