Meet Mr. Blue
Elegant Jew of New York City
Ex-real estate man sits on the can
Always looks pretty
Miss never say please
Pink and white knees, his favourite kitty
Closed-circuit queen fell off the screen
Oh, what a pity
Diamonds and things
Shiners and dings
You powder-puff whore
And a backgammon king
Having a fling behind locked doors
Sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe
No, no, never no more
Pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs
Escaping the boys
Straighten your hair
Powder your nose
You little junkettes
Oh, 'cause down on the street
Nobody knows about you yet
Pink as a rose pinned to your clothes
Oh, how I regret
Should your show come to a close
As a vignette
Shooting stars
They have fallen all around you
Where it is they all fell to
No one knows
Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself
Up with you
Just to find out where it is that you go
Meet Mr. Blue
Elegant Jew of New York City
Ex-real estate man sits on the can
Always looks pretty
Miss never-say-please
Pink and white knees, his favorite kitty
Closed-circuit queen fell off the screen
Oh, what a pity
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Da-da-da
