Problems from Cellar Door by Eliot Wilder

Let me tell you 'bout my problems
I got woes that none can compare
From my toes to the top of my hair
I got them old devil blues
He wins and I lose, I lose

So you think you got it bad
Well it ain't so bad my comrade
I got a pain deep down in my heart
And it's about to rip me apart
I got them old devil blues
He wins and I lose, I lose

The devil's got me by the force of his will
He's got his phaser on set to kill
The devil he got me on the run
He has his laugh, he has his fun
Ow, ow, oh yeah
I'm such a bad, bad boy

So you think you got your troubles
Well you ain't got no troubles
There's a dude with horns and a tail
Who says he'll get me without fail
I got them old devil blues
He wins and I lose, I lose

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