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High Society Kind Paroles

Matt Minglewood

Album Other

Paroles de High Society Kind

Amsterdam was a bummer, I dreamed of you every night
Morocco was a drag, cause you weren't there
On my way to London, I missed my champagne flight
When I arrived, my chauffeur wasn't there

I called you up from Paris but I did not find you in
My cherries jubilee tasted mighty bland
On the flight from Stockholm city, I spilled my Chivas Regal
How I get these blues is easy to understand

When I awoke I found out I was only dreaming
But if I have to have the blues, I want the High Society kind
Cause I was down on my luck, tired broke and screaming
If I got to have the blues, I want the High Society kind

When I got back home, my Cadillac wouldn't start
Somebody ripped the top off my brand new jaguar
My swimming pool is polluted; I am never going to be the same
These High Society Blues are such a drag