He had the creepin' peepin' baby blues
Nothin' much left to lose
Livin' just for fantasy
Be just what you want to be
Front page news, front page news...
Sleepin' in a bed of lies
Know it's time to fantasize
Like a million other guys
With the creepin' peepin' lyin' eyes
Sold them up the river for a nickel or dime
Sold them uptown in the shoeshine line
Sold them to his lover for one more time
Creepin' around...
I heard it on the radio
Lovin' was the way to go
The radio was good to me
Be just what you want to be...
Nothing like the radio
Take you where you want to go
Love it on the radio
Lovin' was the way to go
He had the creepin' peepin' baby blues
Nothin' much left to lose
Like a million lovin' lies
Tellin' mama grown-up lies...
Woh I'm so glad
That I didn't go mad
And I bought this guitar
And I'm singing like a star
Yeah a shootin' star
With the creepin' peepin' baby blues
I heard it in a song before
Folks yellin "ONE MORE..."
I obliged, I sang till five...
I had the creepin' peepin' lyin' eyes
Knew it was time to fantasize
Just like the other guys
With the creepin' peepin' lyin' eyes...
Hey hey I'm so glad that I never went mad
And I bought this guitar and I'm singin' like a star
Yeah I bought this guitar, got me singin' like a star
Yeah you're a shootin' star
With the creepin' peepin' baby blues
