(I've Got) the Baby Needs Shoes Blues

(1, 2, 3!)
Life was good and I can sing my song
Oh, I could've been a star
With, wall to wall chicks I could do no wrong
Driving a fancy car
But, then I met a girl who could kiss me right
She had this little quirk
With nine months came a bundle of bills
She said I had to go to work
(Work!)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(I've been used and abused, screwed, and tattooed)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
Now I'm just a guy who likes to sing
And have people sing along
But, life gets tough when the boss walks in
His language gets rather strong
I tell my baby want to quit my job
My mind's really in a funk
I say, ("But I love you!")
Then she throws me out and says:
("Love don't be the bulldog!")
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(I've been used and abused, screwed, and tattooed)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
I could have been a contender
The way I played my fender, yeah!
(Wooh!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
So, it looks to me like I will be
Working on my start up climb
Playing weddings, parties, bar mitsvahs
A legend in my spare time
And maybe I'll be heard by a big producer
I'll be the new discovery
(Yeah, right!)
Until such time I meet this great seducer
This is who I gotta be
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(I've been used and abused, screwed, and tattooed)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(My baby needs the shoes)
Everybody!
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(Wooh, hoo!)
(Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(I've been used and abused, screwed, and tattooed)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)
(Yeah!)
(Wooh, hoo!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
(My baby needs the shoes)
Let me hear ya, now!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
(Wooh, hoo!)
(Wooh, hoo!)
(I've Got, The Baby Needs Shoes Blues)