Emergency Blues

911 Emergency
911 Emergency
911 Emergency
Emergency blues

I feel like a patch of carpet that's been overused
Like a sailor with no port or a writer with no muse
Like Lieutenant Columbo without any clues
It's the emergency blues

It came up on me sudden, like a derecho
I feel like I have no place to go
It's an instantaneous case of woe
It's the emergency blues

I'm mired in quicksand, but I refuse
I've always been a winner and I won't lose
To the emergency blues
To the emergency blues
Yeah
911 Emergency
911 Emergency
911 Emergency
Emergency blues
Emergency Emergency blues

I get frightened and depressed when I read the news
There's only one inch left on my fuse
But I ride right on, being somewhat amused
By the emergency blues

This isn't like a film directed by John Hughes
There's no pardon for me. I won't be excused
From the emergency blues
From the emergency blues

Yeah
911 Emergency
911 Emergency
911 Emergency
Emergency blues
The emergency blues



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Smith
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