[Verse 1]
What's the story, Mr. Blue
Did she pull the rug from under you
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door
I could sympathize you, son
But pity words stick to my tongue
And sorry words have all been sung
So many times before

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago
Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through
Quit acting like it isn't so

[Stage Chatter]
This is my favourite verse

[Verse 2]
Hang on one more day or two
Then I promise I'll be laying you
Odds that she's found someone new
While you stand around and rust
She don't want no part-time man
With no part-time answer understand
She don't want an hour's fall of sand
For a lifetime full of dust
[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Bluе, you blew your chances long ago
Oh, Mr. Blue, you'rе through
Quit acting like you didn't know

[Stage Chatter]
This is my second favourite verse

[Verse 3]
Mr. Blue, you missed the shot
Didn't turn out quite the way you thought
It would, I'll bet, 'cause you got caught
Out playing Donald Juan
She's got polish, she's got class
And someday when on the street you pass her house
You'll wonder why the grass
Looks greener on her lawn

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago
Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through
Quit acting like it isn't so

[Stage Chatter]
I started to write a song once that went:
"In a day or two
I'll be laying you
Odds"
And I never thought I'd get to use that line, you know? A lot of people never catch that, 'til the end, and then they always say, "Naughty child!", you know, they have that look on their face