The ‘Didn’t Vote’ Blues

Woke up this morning

Intending to vote

But the weather was cold

And I just couldn’t find my coat.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Right after breakfast

I meant to hit the polls,

But I thought I’d better stay in

And wash the breakfast bowls.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Just around noontime

I decided to make my cross

But my teeth were really dirty

So I was busy with the floss.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


I would have voted

When I had eaten lunch

But I had to watch my favourite soap;

It was heading for a crunch.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Mid-afternoon, I thought

“I’d better get it done!”

But a quiz came on the TV

And I was having too much fun.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Dinner time crept up on me.

You know, it’s not a crime

To be late to the polling station

And I still had loads of time.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


And then, before I knew it,

There was nothing I could do.

I’d never make it round there

Before voting time was through.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


So, listen to my story.

It’s a sad one and it’s true.

I hope you never let the same thing

Happen to you too.

You’ll have the blues.

You’ll have the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

You’ll have the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.

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There’s a chess piece in my pocket.

There’s a tangle in my hair.

There’s a streetlamp just behind me.

There’s a shiver in the air.

There’s a glass that’s almost empty

And it’s waiting for me there,

But I’m waiting for the clouds to leave the moon.

 

There’s a line I can’t remember.

There’s a time to sing the song.

There’s a mist over the river.

There’s a sense that something’s wrong.

There’s a figure by that window

And it hasn’t been there long,

But I’m waiting for the clouds to leave the moon.

 

There’s a wheel that keeps on spinning.

There’s a hand that moves the wheel.

There’s a line that’s made for crossing.

There’s no telling how you’d feel.

There’s a rope around the gatepost

And that’s how I know it’s real,

But I’m waiting for the clouds to leave the moon.

 

There’s a chess piece in my pocket.

There’s no winner in this game.

There’s a cog that’s lying broken.

There’s a man who’s just the same.

There’s a rumour that he hates you

And he calls you by your name,

But I’m waiting for the clouds to leave the moon.