Let me sing you a song about Vegas town
And poor old Howard Hughes
Locked up there in his hotel suite
Tryin' to find his shoes
Well he's got so much to lose
How 'bout Howard Hughes and all his blues

His nurses and his keepers
All stand around and sigh
Guard the door and wait on him
Whatever's on his mind
That's all they've got to do
For poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues

If it wasn't for his money
I'm sure he could be free
And walk around all over town
Just like you and me
Success is just a mess of overdues
For poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues

Well way down younder on the Vegas strip
Where the regular people pass
Someone said he's not to well
Heard he's sinkin' fast
Nobody knows the truth
About poor old Howard Hughes and all of his blues
He's always in the papers
And he's alway son the books
No one knows who's usin' who
Or even how he looks
Now who's getting' screwed
Is it us or you know who
And all his blues

If he didn't have a nickel
If he didn't have a dime
He could do whatever he damn well please
He could do it all the time
Success is just a mess of overdues
For poor old Howard Hughes and all of his blues

If it wasn't for his money
I'm sure he could be free
And walk around all over town
Just like you and me
Success is just a mess of overdues
For poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues