Don’t play me no blues no more;
no Gershwin, no Coltrane.
Don’t make that sax talk no more;
put it back in its suitcase.
Don’t gatecrash my dreams no more
‘cos you ain’t been invited,
nor spring to my mind no more
when the moon’s shining brightly.
Don’t strum that guitar no more,
‘cos this heart just can’t take it,
nor pick on those strings no more...
there’s a chance you might break it.
Don’t send me no flowers no more –
almost ten days belated;
or give me that shit no more
you forget what the date is.
Don’t blind me with lies no more,
‘cos I’ve seen what the truth is.
Your ‘Sunshine’ I ain’t no more...
I am what the blues is.