It looks like I took
A turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road
And came down
With some voodoo curse

These monetary blues
I do detest
They've taken away
My happy-go-lucky
And put me under house arrest

My muse she flew
Out the backdoor
And is on the run
Screaming over her shoulder
It isn't a crime to be unhappy
But it ain't any fun