| Song | Generic Blues |
| Artist | Weird Al Yankovic |
| Album | UHF |
| 作词 : | |
| I woke up this morning, then | |
| I went back to bed | |
| Said I woke up this morning, then | |
| I went right back to bed | |
| Got a funny kind of feelin' like | |
| I got broken glass in my underwear | |
| And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head | |
| You know what | |
| I'm sayin' | |
| Well, I ain't got not money, | |
| I'm just walkin' down the road | |
| Said I ain't got no money, honey | |
| So I'm just walking down this lonely, old road | |
| Well, I wish | |
| I could get me some money | |
| But I forgot my automated teller code | |
| I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer | |
| I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor | |
| My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles | |
| My brothers and sisters all hated me 'cause | |
| I was an only child | |
| I got the blues so bad, kinda wish | |
| I was dead | |
| Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama | |
| Or maybe I'll, yeah, maybe | |
| I'll just go bowlin' instead | |
| I'm just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking | |
| Sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime | |
| Nothing but a low down, beer bellied, bone headed, pigeon toed | |
| Turkey necked, weasel faced, worthless hunk of slime | |
| I guess I got a pretty low self image | |
| Maybe it's a chemical imbalance or something | |
| I should probably go and see a doctor about it when | |
| I've got the time | |
| Make it talk | |
| Oh, make it talk, son, make it talk | |
| OK, now make it shut up | |
| Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down | |
| I always feel so miserable whenever | |
| I'm around | |
| I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain | |
| I'd flush myself right down the toilet, but | |
| I'd just clog up the drain | |
| I got the blues so bad, kinda wish | |
| I was dead | |
| Maybe I'll blow my brains out, mama | |
| Or maybe I'll go bowlin', or | |
| I just might go bowling | |
| Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and go bowling | |
| Maybe I'll join a league, enter a tournament | |
| Put on a stupid looking shirt and go bowling instead, yeah |
| zuò cí : | |
| I woke up this morning, then | |
| I went back to bed | |
| Said I woke up this morning, then | |
| I went right back to bed | |
| Got a funny kind of feelin' like | |
| I got broken glass in my underwear | |
| And a herd of wild pigs is trying to chew off my head | |
| You know what | |
| I' m sayin' | |
| Well, I ain' t got not money, | |
| I' m just walkin' down the road | |
| Said I ain' t got no money, honey | |
| So I' m just walking down this lonely, old road | |
| Well, I wish | |
| I could get me some money | |
| But I forgot my automated teller code | |
| I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer | |
| I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor | |
| My daddy was a waitress, my mama sold bathroom tiles | |
| My brothers and sisters all hated me ' cause | |
| I was an only child | |
| I got the blues so bad, kinda wish | |
| I was dead | |
| Maybe I' ll blow my brains out, mama | |
| Or maybe I' ll, yeah, maybe | |
| I' ll just go bowlin' instead | |
| I' m just a no good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking | |
| Sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime | |
| Nothing but a low down, beer bellied, bone headed, pigeon toed | |
| Turkey necked, weasel faced, worthless hunk of slime | |
| I guess I got a pretty low self image | |
| Maybe it' s a chemical imbalance or something | |
| I should probably go and see a doctor about it when | |
| I' ve got the time | |
| Make it talk | |
| Oh, make it talk, son, make it talk | |
| OK, now make it shut up | |
| Plagues and famine and pestilence always seem to get me down | |
| I always feel so miserable whenever | |
| I' m around | |
| I wish somebody would come along, stick a pitchfork through my brain | |
| I' d flush myself right down the toilet, but | |
| I' d just clog up the drain | |
| I got the blues so bad, kinda wish | |
| I was dead | |
| Maybe I' ll blow my brains out, mama | |
| Or maybe I' ll go bowlin', or | |
| I just might go bowling | |
| Maybe I' ll just rent some shoes and go bowling | |
| Maybe I' ll join a league, enter a tournament | |
| Put on a stupid looking shirt and go bowling instead, yeah |