Meet Mr. Blue

Elegant Jew of New York City

Ex-real estate man sits on the can

Always looks pretty

Miss never say please

Pink and white knees, his favourite kitty

Closed-circuit queen fell off the screen

Oh, what a pity

Diamonds and things

Shiners and dings

You powder-puff whore

And a backgammon king

Having a fling behind locked doors

Sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe

No, no, never no more

Pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs

Escaping the boys

Straighten your hair

Powder your nose

You little junkettes

Oh, 'cause down on the street

Nobody knows about you yet

Pink as a rose pinned to your clothes

Oh, how I regret

Should your show come to a close

As a vignette

Shooting stars

They have fallen all around you

Where it is they all fell to

No one knows

Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself

Up with you

Just to find out where it is that you go

Meet Mr. Blue

Elegant Jew of New York City

Ex-real estate man sits on the can

Always looks pretty

Miss never-say-please

Pink and white knees, his favorite kitty

Closed-circuit queen fell off the screen

Oh, what a pity

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Da-da-da

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Da-da-da

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Da-da-da

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Da-da-da