It looks like I took
A turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road
And came down with
Some kind of voodoo curse.
These monetary blues
I must confess
They've taken away my
Happy-go- lucky
And put me under house arrest.
My muse she flew
Out the back door
And is on the run.
Screaming over her shoulder
It ain't a crime to be unhappy
But it isn't any fun.