Toss me a breath, when you hold me down;
Hot like a razor on my face...
Something's a-growing that don't help me now,
paging the doctor just in case.

Low and behold things are killing me,
silly expectations of a dream.
Girls are goin-a love the way I toss my hair;
boys are goin-a hate the way I seem.

Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old, day old blues
(x3)
Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old.

Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling,
Feels like a fast or homeless sleep.
At least there's a record that I love to play,
Dreaming about a place i'll never see..

Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old, day old blues
(x3)
Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old.

Betty, Betty, Annie is a-praying
Baby with a man like a lung
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
mad as hell; give up!

Day old, day old, day old
day old, day old, day old, day old blues
(x ad finum)