Mr. E's Beautiful Blues

the smokestack spittin' 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
uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
ooh...
the girl with the curls and the sweet pink ribbon in her hair
she's crawling out her window 'cos her Daddy just don't care
come on!
uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
the clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair
finger on the trigger and he'll tell you
uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
ooh...
the kids fit their lids when their heads hear that crazy sound
their neighbour digs the flavour still he's moving to another town
and I don't believe he'll come back
uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
well I don't know how you're takin' all the shit you see
and don't believe anyone and most of all don't believe me
don't believe in me
uh-huh, god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh
god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh