Millionaire Blues

I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldn't workThen the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? Jerk!Must have been my artistic temperament he couldn't takeHow come nobody wants to give me a break?I've got the blues right down, mean and lowI'm as low as the heels of my alligator shoesYou should know how it feels to have these millionaire bluesMillionaire bluesWell, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sinkI called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink.Oh, I swear I'd kill that little weasel if I couldI checked myself in the mirror - my hair was looking good, butI had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and lowAs low as the heels on my alligator shoesYou should know how it feels to have these millionaire bluesMillionaire bluesGet down![ grumbling during guitar solo ]Well, so much for breakfast, I couldn't face lunchI thought I'd raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch.I take the Lamborghini, the flunkie parks the carCan you believe it, man, this other monkey won't let me in the bar!I said, I said, "Don't you know who I am, man?" and he says, "No."No! Can you believe it?I'm as low as the heels of these alligator shoesYou should know how it feels to have these millionaire bluesMillionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues,Millionaire bluesBad, bad!That's bad! YeahSo hard,It's hard sometimes for a boyAh, I like thatThat's goodGet down!You're making a very big mistake, manOh yeahYou'll never work in this town again!All right