Your fancy dress just don't impress, your Jaguar is in a mess
You're cruising for a bruising Bess, and I'm the man for you
But that's the way it goes baby, sometimes I sing the blues
People say I'm Crazy, People say I'm Crazy
But then people always do.
You stoll around so fancy free, The boss of you, the boss of me
Your Art degree don't bother me, I passed in Rock and Roll
But that's the way it goes baby, sometimes I sing the blues
People say I'm Crazy, People say I'm Crazy
But then people always do.
I'd like to get you on your own, and strip you down to skin and bone
I'd love to steal your telephone and smash it all to bits
But that's the way it goes baby, sometimes I sing the blues
People say I'm Crazy, People say I'm Crazy, People say I'm Crazy, People say I'm Crazy
But then people always do.