Written by dennis deyoung
lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Whatand'cha going to do when the sun goes down tonight
youand'll hit the same old clubs, rap that same old trash
thatand's right
youand've got them real silk shirts and them baggy pants
dago shoes in the colors that match
but the girls are acting bored
and youand're feeling like youand're going to lose
youand've got the g.q. blues
You get up every morning and you go to work each day
(you go to work, you go to work, you go to work)
been doing the same damn job for ten long years this may
(youand've got to work, youand've got to work, youand've got to work)
youand've been working and saving for your jamaican dream
paradise is waiting across the sea
but when your plane lands montego turns to monsoon
youand've got the island blues
and'cause, nothing ever goes as planned
itand's a hell of a notion
even pharaohs turn to sand
like a drop in the ocean
youand're so together and you act so civilized
but every time that things go wrong youand're still surprised
youand've done your duty, youand've paid a fortune in dues
still got those mother natureand's blues
I strut around the stage like a little king tonight
theyand'll scream for every word and every note, thatand's right
but when the show is over and iand'm all alone
canand't reach my baby on the telephone
and everywhere i look mr. loneliness is in the news
iand've got the big star blues
Boy, nothing ever goes as planned
itand's a hell of a notion
even pharaohs turn to sand
like a drop in the ocean
iand'm so together and i act so civilized
but every time that things go wrong
iand'm still surprised
iand've done my duty and paid a fortune in dues
still got them mother natureand's blues