Millionaire Blues - Dire Straits

I woke up this morning, my Jacuzzi wouldn’t work

Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it?

Jerk!

Must’ve been my artistic temperament he couldn’t take

How come nobody wants to give me a break?

I got the blues right there, mean and low

I’m as low as the heels of my alligator shoes

You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues

Millionaire blues

Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink

I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink

Oh, I swear I’d kill that little weasel if I could

Checked myself in the mirror — my hair was looking good, but

I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low

As low as the heels on my alligator shoes

You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues

Millionaire blues

Get down!

Well, so much for breakfast, I couldn’t face lunch

I thought I’d raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch

I take the Lamborghini, the flunky parks the car

Can you believe it, man, this other monkey won’t let me in the bar!

I said, I said, 'Don't you know who I am, man?'

and he says, 'No'

No!

Can you believe it?

I’m as low as the heels of these alligator shoes

You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues

Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues

Millionaire blues

Bad, bad!

That’s bad!

Yeah

So hard

It’s hard sometimes for a boy

Ah, I like that

That’s good

Get down!

You’re making a very big mistake, man

Oh yeah

You’ll never work in this town again!

All right