Hello.We are about to begin a little excursion if you will.Down into the depthsPlunging downward, downInto what appears to be a bottomless pitSo now as we go, and going we mightInviting ourselves to see some sightsGood luck!Down, down we fallWhat will become of it all?And falling we fallAnd fall, fall, fallLooking cute like a storybook for you to look atSo now here we are and are here we isWalking like cows and mammals of show bizThe lifestyles of the bizarre and neuroticLook! Donuts and crackersAnd paper cups to drink juice out ofThis is the lifeYeah, but what about the strife?The pain and suffer-age and all that ruff-ageYou mean them blues?You know what Iâm talking aboutWell Iâve had dem blues since I donât know whenLooks like Iâve got dem blues againDem blues, dem bluesDem blues, dem bluesI really donât know what Iâm afterYouâre stepping on the crackersIâm really feeling kind of looseWould you like some juice?Dem blues will make me sadDem blues will make me madBut dem blues, dem blues is all I have ever really hadThatâs sadYou know fame means nothing to meFortune even lessYou ainât no donutYou know I only wanted to be a loverInstead of a pestWhat was that test you failed?And When my eyes turn inward knowingI find myself beginning toSing dem blues, dem bluesDem blues, dem bluesDem damn bluesYouâve made crumbs of a lot of crackersHey whatâs that?Looks like some kind of squiggly thingWhy itâs the most fascinating thing to be just floating aroundWell donât get carried away