I don’t know what’s gotten into me
And I don’t know what’s possessed my mind
But I’m in need of some therapy,
Just give me something to help me unwind
Doctor says I’ve got to lay off the booze,
His diagnosis: The red white and blues
Red white and blues

Line them up in a single file
Lay them down in neat little rows
I don’t really care, whatever style
Wrap them up with little pink bows
Ever since I could tie my own shoes
I’ve learned to live with the red white and blues
The red white and blues

Baby maybe I should meditate
And see if I can’t collect my thoughts
Focus in, try and concentrate
Or just get out and try and walk it off
Cause every good thing I use and abuse
I got to suffer the red white and blues
The red white and blues

I don’t want to hear the evidence
I don’t care what the judge has to say
All it takes is some common sense
If you’re going to make a clean: Get away

I nearly died when I heard the news
A life sentence of the red white and blues
But I really tried, and here I stand accused
My only crime, the red white and blues
Red white and blues
Red white and blues
Red white and blues