Whats the story, mr. blue
Did she pull the rug from under you
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door
I could sympathize you, son
But pity words stick to my tongue
And sorry words have all been sung
So many times before
Oh, mr. blue, you blew your chances long ago
Oh, mr. blue, youre through
Quit acting like you didnt know
Hang on one more day or two
Then I promise Ill be laying you
Odds that shes found someone new
While you stand around and rust
She dont need no part-time man
With no part-time answer, understand
She dont want an hours fall of sand
For a lifetime full of dust
Oh, mr. blue, you blew your chances long ago
Oh, mr. blue, youre through
Quit acting like you didnt know
Mr. blue, you missed the shot
Didnt turn out quite the way you thought
It would, Ill bet, cause you got caught
Out playing donald juan
Shes got polish, shes got class
And someday when on the street you pass her house
Youll wonder why the grass
Looks greener on her lawn
Oh, mr. blue, you blew your chances long ago
Oh, mr. blue, youre through
Quit acting like it isnt so