Goodbye Mister Blue

Lyrics:

© billybluej
Goodbye Mister Blue
The strippers in NYC are going to miss you
Goodbye Mister Blue
The Greyhound bus departs at noon
Outside of town
They’re offering free rides in a hot air balloon
Charlatan or clown
The understudy on the stage is going down
Goodbye Mister Blue
The whores in L.A. are going to miss you
Greta Garbo turns and takes the world in
Some say she is a ghost
Others say she has a twin
A girl plays a toy guitar in a child’s room
Her song is long and blue
Her voice is strong and true
Goodbye Mister Blue
The whores in L.A. are going to miss you
A marionette dances to an old tune
The umbrella man dresses all in black
Minneapolis ablaze beneath half a moon
The horses turn back
The mannequins in L.A. are on fire
The hymn books burn in the upper room of the church choir
Goodbye Mister Blue
The strippers in NYC are going to miss you
Goodbye Mister Blue