Little Boy Blue
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
When I was 5, I went to school,
I told my teacher my name was Blue,
She look at me and say "That couldn't be true",
They never seen a book by the name of Blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
In Class 2 and 3, my life were a misery,
My pants were torn, my shirts were ripped,
My books in bits, and I've been kicked,
And they called me by the name of Blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
In Class 4 and 5, I was terrified,
I had to compete, with all those people right,
When things were wrong, They put the blame on me,
Because my name is a Little Boy Blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
In Class 6, I was full of tricks,
And all the girls loved me, and they were rich,
They'd give me anything, and I'd be the one they like,
And we all go happy and sad and it's blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
La, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaaa,
La, la, la, la, la, laaaaaaa.
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
When I was 5, I went to school,
I told my teacher my name was Blue,
She look at me and say "That couldn't be true",
They never seen a book by the name of Blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
In Class 2 and 3, my life were a misery,
My pants were torn, my shirts were ripped,
My books in bits, and I've been kicked,
And they called me by the name of Blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
In Class 4 and 5, I was terrified,
I had to compete, with all those people right,
When things were wrong, They put the blame on me,
Because my name is a Little Boy Blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
In Class 6, I was full of tricks,
And all the girls loved me, and they were rich,
They'd give me anything, and I'd be the one they like,
And we all go happy and sad and it's blue.
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
I'm a little boy blue,
Come blow your horn.
La, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaaa,
La, la, la, la, la, laaaaaaa.
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield
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