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F#What's the story, Mr. Blue Did she pull the rug from under you
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
AndC# kick them out the door F#I could sympathize you, son
But pity words stick to my tongue And sorry words have all been sung
So C#many times before BOh, Mr. F#Blue, you blew your chances long ago BOh, Mr. F#Blue, you're through Quit Bacting like you Adidn't F#know
F#Hang on one more day or two Then I promise I'll be laying you
Odds that she's found someone new
While you C#stand around and rust F#She don't need no part-time man
With no part-time answer understand She don't want an hour's fall of sand
For a lC#ifetime full of dust BOh, Mr. BF#lue, you blew your chances long ago BOh, Mr. F#Blue, you're through Quit Bacting like you dAidn't F#know
F#Mr. Blue, you missed the shot Didn't turn out quite the way you thought
It would, I'll bet, cause you got caught
Out playing Donald C#Juan F#She's got polish, she's got class
And someday when on the street you pass her house You'll wonder why the grass
Looks greener on her C#lawn BOh, Mr. BF#lue, you blew your chances long ago BOh, Mr. F#Blue, you're through Quit Bacting like it iAsn't sF#o