Someone give me my meds.
Hurry up someone give me my meds now.
All you do is shout at me, “Shut up!”
Now I can’t tell a lie, so here’s the truth, I hate myself, it’s my blues.

The day I kill myself is approaching soon so let’s buy some top-shelf booze.
Johnny’s “Groovy” I sing along to.
The sometimes crackling, shimmering, bountiful Sun
Is like that adorable girl.
Johnny’s “Groovy” I sing more verses of.
My blues are little but a nuisance for everyone.

I feel like I’m about to go utterly insane.
Mentally I just can’t take any more, you see.
I strum my guitar through the city’s night streets.
My reality is the puke that I spew, I am being killed, that’s my blues.

Without a rocking past I have no future too.
A spoiled kid’s spoiled blues.
Johnny’s “Groovy” I sing along to.
The sometimes crackling, shimmering, bountiful Moon
Is like that adorable girl.
Johnny’s “Groovy” I sing more verses of.
As the night stretches on.

Dandandandandandan, dandandandan.
I’m drugging up my brain / Clueless where I am now.

And ranranranranranran, ranranranran.
My mind is going funny,
Going so funny, going so funny.

It’s my blues.

The day I kill myself is approaching soon so let’s buy some top-shelf booze.
Johnny’s “Groovy” I sing along to.
The sometimes crackle-ackle-ackling,
Shimmering, bountiful Moon
Is just like that adorable girl. Johnny, oh.

Please now listen to my blues.

I am dandandandandandan, dandandandan.
I’m drugging up my brain.
Clueless where I am now.
And ranranranranranran, ranranranran
My mind is going funny.

My blues is just a nuisance to everyone.