What's the story, Mr. Blue?   Did she pull the rug from under you?   Did she chop your dreams up two by two   And kick them out the door?      I could sympathize you, son   But pity words stick to my tongue   And sorry words have all been sung   So many times before      Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew   Your chances long ago   Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through   Quit acting like you didn't know      Hang on one more day or two   Then I promise, I'll be laying you   Odds that she's found someone new   While you stand around and rust      She don't need no part-time man   With no part-time answer, understand   She don't want an hour's fall of sand   For a lifetime full of dust      Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew   Your chances long ago   Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through   Quit acting like you didn't know      Mr. Blue, you missed the shot   Didn't turn out quite the way you thought   It would, I'll bet 'cause you got caught   Out playing Donald Juan      She's got polish, she's got class   And someday when on the street you pass her house   You'll wonder why the grass   Looks greener on her lawn      Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew   Your chances long ago   Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through   Quit acting like it isn't so