I'd rather be blue, thinking of you
I'd rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
I'm crazy about 'ya, without 'ya
For you I'm strong
I can't do without 'ya
Oucha-ma-goucha, don't stay too long!
I need a little ah, little ooh, little Oh
I'm knocking on wood
Honey hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
It's so hard to be good
I'd rather be blue, thinking of you
I'd rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
Will I be good? Will I be bad?
Don't be a fool, you fool
My little flat, I'm turning that
Into a Sunday school
While you're away I'm here to say
There'll be no ice man there
Singing the blues I'm gonna use
Nothing but Frigidaire
I'd rather be blue, thinking of you
I'd rather be blue over you
Than be happy with somebody else
Blue over you
I'd rather be blue over you
Than be Hap-hap-hap-hap-py
With somebody else
-Fred Fisher
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