What's 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, you're through

Quit acting like you didn't know



Hang on one more day or two

Then I promise I'll be laying you

Odds that she's found someone new

While you stand around and rust

She don't need no part-time man

With no part-time answer, understand

She don't want an hour's fall of sand

For a lifetime full of dust



Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago

Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through

Quit acting like you didn't know



Mr. Blue, you missed the shot

Didn't turn out quite the way you thought

It would, I'll bet, cause you got caught

Out playing Donald Juan

She's got polish, she's got class

And someday when on the street you pass her house

You'll wonder why the grass

Looks greener on her lawn



Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago

Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through

Quit acting like it isn't so