Can Blue Men Sing The Whites

Oh Lord, wish my bed wasn’t silken sheets so tight
I got to keep my strength up got to do a show tonight
I’ll have a cup of coffee while I’m taking in the news
No need to have a shave 'cause I’m gonna sing the blues
Well, I think I’ll get a massage, maybe lose a little fat
So I’ll have to go downtown in my brand new Cadillac
My valet comes and dresses me, I light a big cigar
Because I like to look like Nimrod when I’m riding in my car
Can blue men sing the whites
Or are they hypocrites for singing, woo, woo, wooh?
And now it’s getting near the time, I gotta make the scene
I change out my dark gray mohair suit put on my dirty jeans
The band comes round to pick me up, I holler, «Hello, boys»
I gotta mess my hair up, I’m gonna make some noise brrr
Can blue men sing the whites
Or are they hypocrites for singing woo, woo, wooh?
Oh Lord, somebody help me