Ole Black 'n' Blue Eyes

Well, she wants to be a singer in the band

Maybe I'll give the girl a hand and a microphone

Looks like she's all alone

She can bring a friend, though she's not my kind of friend

She keeps on starin' me out with her ole black 'n' blue eyes

And I can take her dancin' just to give the girl a chance

And I was never that good at bein' nice when I should

I guess that she'll forgive me right before she tries to kill me

'Cause I sold her on yesterday's come-take-me-home eyes

And I can take her waltzin' just so she could kick my head in

Oh, I do believe I was drunk, and both of my heads had shrunk

I guess her name was Tina, 'cause before I'd even seen her

I was lost in her what's-your-name, just-get-me-fucked eyes

Oh, take-me-home eyes

And Chelsea said she's got nowhere to go

And if she does, she's gettin' there slow

And I can help her out, but I've got somewhere to be

And that's the very thing when you're dealin' with me

Young soul Dagger, beggin' me to bag her

Filthy heart and swollen hips

And she said, "Oh, my dearest, I'm not pretty, isn't it a pity

That you won't kiss these rotten lips?"

Oh, take-me-home eyes

Ole black 'n' blue eyes

And Chelsea said she's got nowhere to go

And if she does, she's gettin' there slow

And I can help her out, but I've got somewhere to be

And that's the very thing when you're dealin' with me