Well I woke up this evenin'

And fell outta bed

You best be believin' I found somethin' stuck to my head -

I gots dem mouse-dropping blues!

Those critters done pooped up all over my floor

Yes, I'd reckoned they were friendly - but I won't be puttin' no cheese down anymore

Well I went to the basin

To get myself clean

Catch sight of my face in the mirror and what do I see?

I gots dem mouse-dropping blues!

Brown pellets all up in my twelve o'clock fuzz

Well I used to say 'live and let live' - but it's hard stayin' holy with butt-nuggets killin' your buzz

Well I fixed me some breakfast

Multi-Cheerios

The box didn't say 'chocolate sprinkles' so what the f*ck are those?

I gots dem mouse-dropping blues!

They tasted alright but they gave me the runs

I believe it's the final straw - I don't want no bloodshed but somethin' has gotta be done

Well I found me that mousehole

Mr.Mouse was at home

I got down on my hands and my knees and I gave him a taste of his own

He gots dem man-dropping blues!

I laid him a playmate right there on the pine

And if he don't get the message - well, I guess I'll just send him a bigger one next time

Oh, yeahhhh!

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Author guidance for This work

Feeling blue?

Why not purge that indigo boogieman with a good ol' sing song - blues style!

Think of the classic twelve bar blues riff (the one you think of when you think of the blues) - or, if you have a gweetar handy, play it as you compose - then let it all out, people!

Whatever has been getting you down, get it down on the page.

A liberal sprinkling of wit is customary but by no means essential. : )

Sing it now!

updated Jun 16 '09 by Parkovic