All gather round now:
I'll tell you what it's all about.
You find a good woman
And then you fuck her til your hair falls out.
A round of applause, please,
For the totally clapped-out
You got them Caucasian Blues again
And don't wave your cash around,
It cannot buy you into this
'Cause you're a waxy-legged, tacky, meat-faced fool
And your money is just cowardice.
No sense of rhythm
And your name's not on the list
You got them Caucasian Blues again
Oh yeah
And so you finally took the plunge and got into blues rock
And you like to give to charity
Because it's easier to patronise than face the facts and now:
I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man.
You got them Caucasian Blues again
And again
Oh
And now you're asking me to sympathise and let you off
Because the climate is a-changin' and the times are tough
But you took all that you could and it was not enough and now:
I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man.
You're yesterday's news,
You've got so much to lose
You got them Caucasian Blues again
Oh!
Caucasian Blues, yeah
Caucasian Blues, yeah
Caucasian Blues, yeah
Caucasian Blues, yeah
Caucasian Blues.
