Текст песни Real Life Blues - B.J. Thomas

At the age of eleven
I planned my escape
Carefully sorting the things I would take
On my journey to somewhere
Wherever that is
And this oughta teach 'em to mess with the kid

I stored enough food for an army or two
I decided to take my dog
Glad he could come along
Father did not agree
He stopped us before we could leave

Oh, It was a genuine case of the real-life blues
Some disappointed, mostly confused
Wanting to leave here
But, having to stay
I'm no good at running away
Hey!, I'm no good at running away

With age in my favor
I planned an affair
Carefully rehearsing
My come-hither stare
To a picture of Lilly
The homecoming queen
This oughta teach them to mess with the kid

I want you to know
That I wanted her so
I enrolled in biology
Hated biology
Before the moment of truth
She and her family had moved

Oh, It was a genuine case of the real-life blues
Some disappointed, mostly confused
Wanting my lady
But, stuck with a frog
Remember the part with my dog
Hey!, I'm no good at running away

Oh, It's the real-life blues
Some disappointed, mostly confused
Wanting to leave here
But, having to stay
I'm no good at running away
Hey!, I'm no good at running away

Oh, It's the real-life blues
Some disappointed, mostly confused