Muse Blues
I went down to the library, you know
The big one way downtown
I went down to the library
You know the big one way downtown
I pulled out my spiral notebook
And my Scripto pencil
These are the words
I did put down
I'm a dud firecracker, I ain't got any fuse
I ain't got no inspiration since I lost my muse
I'm a table with two legs, I'm a spider with five
I'm going down, slow muse, when will you arrive?
Oh muse, where are you?
Oh muse, where are you?
You know I eat, drink and I smoke stuff
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
Went to the mountain and the desert too
I was there, ladies, so where were you?
I'm a flattened out wave, I ain't got any curl
I'm an empty old oyster, I ain't got any pearl
Muse, where are you?
Oh muse, where are you?
You know I eat, drink and I smoke stuff
I don't know what to do
Sit up late, stay up, wait
That's a rule of thumb, she's got to come
Sit up late, stay up, wait
I take lots of cold showers and I go for long walks
I wait for a pitch but the fickle bitch barks
Took a shot of whiskey and a snort of cocaine
Opened up my head and stuck electrodes in my brain
Oh muse, where are you?
Oh muse, where are you?
Yeah, I eat, drink and I smoke stuff
Eat, drink and I smoke stuff
Eat, drink and I smoke stuff
I don't know what to do
The big one way downtown
I went down to the library
You know the big one way downtown
I pulled out my spiral notebook
And my Scripto pencil
These are the words
I did put down
I'm a dud firecracker, I ain't got any fuse
I ain't got no inspiration since I lost my muse
I'm a table with two legs, I'm a spider with five
I'm going down, slow muse, when will you arrive?
Oh muse, where are you?
Oh muse, where are you?
You know I eat, drink and I smoke stuff
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
Went to the mountain and the desert too
I was there, ladies, so where were you?
I'm a flattened out wave, I ain't got any curl
I'm an empty old oyster, I ain't got any pearl
Muse, where are you?
Oh muse, where are you?
You know I eat, drink and I smoke stuff
I don't know what to do
Sit up late, stay up, wait
That's a rule of thumb, she's got to come
Sit up late, stay up, wait
I take lots of cold showers and I go for long walks
I wait for a pitch but the fickle bitch barks
Took a shot of whiskey and a snort of cocaine
Opened up my head and stuck electrodes in my brain
Oh muse, where are you?
Oh muse, where are you?
Yeah, I eat, drink and I smoke stuff
Eat, drink and I smoke stuff
Eat, drink and I smoke stuff
I don't know what to do
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Writer(s): Loudon Wainwright
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