Mmmm mmm mmm When I hear your tunes But I lost myself when I lost you But I still got jazz When I've got those blues I lost myself and I lost you too Ground control to Major Tom You are what you are I don't matter to anyone

I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on Got those swollen-hand blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the

Stop haunting me now I've got those Monday blues straight through Sunday blues Good morning heartache here we go again Good morning heartache you're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to you hanging around Good morning heartache sit down