Songtexte The Blues in My Flat - Benny Goodman Quartet

The blues in my flat
Benny Goodman

Mama, mama,
Why do you treat me so?
Mama, mama, mama,
Why do you treat me so?
When you treat me this way babe
You make me feel awful low
If my gal cried whisky
Instead of cryin′ salt water tears
If my gal cried whisky
Instead of cryin' salt water tears
I would never be sober babe
For another twenty-five years
Twenty-five years yeah
Now give me back that wig I bought you
And let your head go cold
Give me back that wig I bought you
And let your head go cold
With this Benny Goodman swing babe
You don′t need no hair at all
Hair at all yeah