Ain't got the change of a nickel
Ain't got no bounce in my shoe
Ain't go no fancy to tickle
And I ain't got nothing but the blues

Ain't got no coffee that's perking
Ain't got no feelins' to bruise
Ain't got a dream that's working
And I ain't got nothing but the blues

The band is swingin', the folks are singin'
And I just can't seem to get off the ground
Believe me, Bridget, I can't get with it
Since my little baby left town

Ain't got no rest in my slumber
Ain't got no winners to lose
Lost all my telephone numbers
I ain't got nothing but the blues

The band is rompin', the folks are stompin'
And I just can't seem to get with it
Ain't nothin' to it, I just can't do it
Since my little baby left town

Ain't got no house in Westchester
Ain't got not Chris-Craft to cruise
So with all my Muddy and Chester
I ain't got nothin' but the blues