The Blues Song Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

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 wanna 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 

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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 

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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 wanna 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, b-b-b-b-b-b-b 

You gotta 

You gotta 

You gotta 

You gotta 

You gotta be 

You gotta be what you're going to be