I got the fucked up blues
  I got the fucked up blues
  Lord what can you do
  About the fuckin' fucked up blues
  Well the beans have been baking
  Upon the camel's hump
  Like a voodoo curse
  In an old lady's purse
  Confetti on my grave
  
  I got the fucked up blues
  I got the fucked up blues
  Lord what can you do
  
  I got the fucked up blues
  I got the fucked up blues
  Lord what can you do
  About the fuckin fucked up blues
  
  I woke up on the futon
  And my boots were on fire...