can't get no sleeves for my rec-ords, can't get no la-ces for my shoes. can't get no fan-cy notes on my blue gui-tar, can't get no an-ti-dote for blue-ue-ues. oh yeah. blue-ue-ues. can't find the rea-sons for your ac-tions, or i don't much like the rea-son-ing you use. some-how your mo-tives are im-pure, some-how i can't find the cure, can't find no an-ti-dote for blue-ue-ues. oh yeah. blue-ue-ues. they say it's most-ly van-i-ty that writes the plays we act, they tell me that's what ev-ery-bo-dy knows. there's no such thing as san-i-ty, and that's the sa-nest fact, that's the way the sto-ry go-es. oh yeah. oh yeah. blue-ue-ues. can't get no re-me-dy on my t-v, there's no-thing but the same old news. they can't find a way to be one world in har-mo-ny, can't get no an-ti-dote for blue-ue-ues. oh yeah. blue-ue-ues. blu-ue-ues. oh yeah. blue-ue-ues.