UPWARDLY MOBILE BLUES ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well I lost my job last Friday, My feet didn't fit those Wall Street shoes. You know I lost my job last Friday, My feet didn't fit those "Uptown" shoes. My wife tells me I better go out and find a new job, While I just hang around this joint and play these blues. She used to call me "Studly Hung Low" And "Love Muffin" all night long. She used to call me "Studly Hung Low" And "Love Muffin" all night long. But since I don't bring my Honey no money, She calls me nothing short of "Gone". I call her "Angel of my Morning." I tell that woman I love her so (whatever her "so" is). I call her "Angel of my Morning." I tell that woman I love her so. But since I don't bring home the bacon, When I ask her for "good lovin'" she just says, "No!" She used to call me "Studly Hung Low" And "Love Muffin" all night long. She used to call me "Studly Hung Low" And "Love Muffin" all night long. But since I don't bring my Honey no money, She doesn't even call me on the telephone. So now my credit line's in the toilet, And the bill collectors are closing in. Oh yeah my credit history is "history" And the IRS is closing in. It seems I'm stuck inside of Memphis With the Upwardly Mobile Blues again. She used to call me "Studly Hung Low" And "Love Muffin" all night long. She used to call me "Studly Hung Low" And "Love Muffin" all night long. But since I don't bring home the bacon, She calls me nothing short of "Gone". ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright © 1990 Jim Hinde folkbone@mindspring.com