Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like Bobby Johnson. That's when I sing the blues. Seems just like I know him, and how he's gettin used. Like: "Don't play that around here, Bobby. Our kind aint got no use for you."

"You can't have any women, and play your guitar, too. Cuz no one's got no idea why you do the things you do. Hell, you could wake up in Boston with the Louisiana flu."

"You sound like wreckin' cars - you sound like breakin' glass. You sound just like you're dyin' from all your livin' too fast. Yeah but, don't be hangin' around here. This song just might be your last."

Sometimes I feel like Bobby Johnson. That's when I sing the blues. Seems just like I know him, and how he's gettin' used. Like: "Don't play that around here, Bobby. Our kind aint got no use for you."

"We don't wanna hear none of your rock and roll around here. Our kind aint got no use for you."

"Aeehh, don't be hangin' around here, Bobby. Our kind aint got no use for you." (3 times) and

(spoken):
"And you'll never be workin' in this town again!"