Bringing on the blues,
With their bad news,
Bringing on the blues,
With their lack of clues.
The minstrel blows a mistral wind,
Sending chills up my spine,
The street singer has crossed the line,
Singing a song that is not kind... over and over again... when will it end.
No longer jongleur,
No longer.
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