Millionaire Blues [Non-Album Track]

I woke up this morning, my Jacuzzi wouldn't work Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? Jerk! Must've been my artistic temperament he couldn't take How come nobody wants to give me a break? I got the blues right there, mean and low I'm as low as the heels of my alligator shoes You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues Millionaire blues Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink Oh, I swear I'd kill that little weasel if I could Checked myself in the mirror, my hair was looking good, but I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low As low as the heels on my alligator shoes You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues Millionaire blues Get down! Well, so much for breakfast, I couldn't face lunch I thought I'd raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch I take the Lamborghini, the flunky parks the car Can you believe it, man, this other monkey won't let me in the bar! I said, I said, 'Don't you know who I am, man?' And he says, 'No', no! Can you believe it? I'm as low as the heels of these alligator shoes You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues, millionaire blues Bad, bad! That's bad! Yeah So hard It's hard sometimes for a boy Ah, I like that That's good Get down! You're making a very big mistake, man Oh yeah You'll never work in this town again All right