He looking gloomy and play the blues
He want pick up a girl but they refuse
And every evening he play on saxophone
He angry like a devil when he stay alone
It is just old sad story
How life can be dull How life can be worry
He have a job but chief is a thief
He sale he soul he lost his belief
All what he have it's room and bed
He almost crazy, he almost mad
It is just old sad story
How life can be dull How life can be worry
One day he disappear god know where
But if he meet him on street beware
He can take the soul he know the spell
He talk with devil he saw the hell