The Jazzy Bard
Labor is a thing I do not like;
Workin’s makes me want to go on strike;
Sittin’ in an office on a sunny afternoon,
Thinkin o’ nothin’ but a ragtime tune.
‘Cause I got the blues, I said I got the blues,
I got the paragraphic blues,
Been a’sittin’ here since ha’ pas’ ten,
Bitin’ a hole in my fountain pen;
Brain’s all stiff in the creakin’ joints,
Can’t make up no wheezes on the fourteen points;
Can’t think o’ nothin’ 'bout the end o’ booze,
‘Cause I got the para—, I said I got the paragraphic, I mean the column constructin’ blues.
