Get Set for the Blues

If you wake, and hate to face the day

And black coffee doesn’t clear the fog away

In spite of all you do, that nightmare’s here to stay

Get ready, get set for the blues

If you’re caught in some old witch’s spell

And there’s not a penny in your wishing well

And you’re just riding on a crazy carousel

Get ready, get set for the blues

The blues, the “sorry for yourself” blues

Will get you if you don’t watch out

The blues, the “everybody hates you” blues

Will move right in without a doubt.

If the sun can’t chase away the chill

And the clouds look like they’re gonna overspill

And you don’t seem to care,

In fact you hope they will

Get ready, get set,

I’m sorry you’ve met, the blues.