Blues.
My bottle is empty, but today I'm not rich.
I saw a Yeti, on a river beach.
I called my babby, but my phone was dead.
I wanna see a God, because I'm mad.
When I feel sad, I listen to the blues.
When I get mad, I play the blues.
Blues, of lonely singers,
Blues, of solitary drinkers,
Blues, of drunken singers. Oh yeah!