If you wake, and hate to face the day And black coffee doesn’t clear the fog away In spite of all you do, that nightmare’s here to stay Get ready, get set for the blues If you’re caught in some old witch’s spell And there’s not a penny in your wishing well And you’re just riding on a crazy carousel Get ready, get set for the blues The blues, the “sorry for yourself” blues Will get you if you don’t watch out The blues, the “everybody hates you” blues Will move right in without a doubt. If the sun can’t chase away the chill And the clouds look like they’re gonna overspill And you don’t seem to care, In fact you hope they will Get ready, get set, I’m sorry you’ve met, the blues.