Lyrics

Hi boys and girls,
We're Sportivo and we're going to sing about money
G-I-B-S-O-N
Guitars on my T-shirt
I play the blues and I think I've got
The most expensive Firebird

When Mayall plays the blues
I fell like cryin' too
It's so easy any one can do
hum fa fa fa fa hum fa fa fa (X2)

E-A-B is what I play
I pick the blues at sessions
I'm losing hundres fans a day
I'm a stoned musician

When Eric played the blues
He went back to his roots
He realized six golden rules
six, five, four, three, two,
ONE, Lose a leg
TWO, Don't stay white
THREE, Remember blues is black
FOUR Go blind
FIVE Try to see
SIX A lot of misery

I shot my manager
Cause he used to keep my royalties
Hey record company
Wanna have a hit like Bob Marley

Misery, Misery
Forget it girl and do it
Blues in F forget it
Reggae tune that's it
Money in your pocket

When Eric played the blues
He went back to his roots
He realized six golden rules
six, five, four, three, two,
ONE, Lose a leg
TWO, Don't stay white
THREE, Remember blues is black
FOUR Go blind
FIVE Try to see
SIX A lot of misery
ONE, Lose a leg
TWO, Don't stay white
THREE, Remember blues is black
FOUR Go blind
FIVE Try to see
SIX A lot of misery