Walkin' round in worn-out shoes Ain't even got a job Got no cash to pay my dues Can't even feed my dog Well, I'm down How 'bout you? Mister Pete you got it You got a great big slice You got a great big slice You got a great big slice, of them blues Kids want clothes and new school books Wife wants rouge 'n nails Can't even stand the way she looks Cos she knows darn very well That I'm down On the ground Mister Pete, you got it You got a great big piece You got a great big piece You got a great big piece, of them blues Cash Pawn laughs when I show my car Banks won't let me in They say; "your life warrants an overdraft? Don't you see the mess you're in?" Man, you're down Down on the ground Mister Pete, you got it You got a nice big slip You got a nice big slip You got a nice big slip, of those blues The tax-man calls when I'm at home I better hide away He leaves a note that he will phone Come back another day Man I found That I'm down Mister Pete, you got it You got a nice big taste You got a nice big taste You got a nice big taste, of those blu-uu-uues.