Twentieth century blues are getting me down

Blues, escape those dreary twentieth century blues

Why, if there's a god in the sky, why shouldn't he grin

High above this dreary twentieth century din



In this strange illusion, chaos and confusion

People seem to lose their way

What is there to strive for, love or keep alive for

Say, Hey hey, call it a day



Blues, nothing to win or to lose, it's getting me down

Blues, escape those weary twentieth century blues



Why is it that civilized humanity can make this world so wrong

In this hurly-burly of insanity, our dreams cannot last long

We've reached a deadline, a press headline, every sorrow

Blues value is news value tomorrow