Mr. E's Beautiful Blues

The smokestack is spitting black soot into the sunny sky
The load on the road brings a tear to the Indian’s eye
The Elephant won’t forget what it’s like inside his cage
The Ringmaster’s Telecaster sings on an empty stage
Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
Ooooh
The girl with the curls and the sweet pink ribbon in her hair
She’s crawlin’out her window 'cause her daddy just don’t care
(Come on!)
Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
The clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair
Finger on the trigger let me tell you it’s quite a scare
Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
The kids flip their lids when their heads hear that crazy sound
My neighbour digs the flavour still he’s moving to another town
(and I don’t believe he’ll come back)
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
And I don’t know how you’re taking all the shit you see
Dont believe anyone but most of all dont believe me God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah
God damn right it’s a beautiful day Ahah