Amsterdam was a bummer, I dreamed of you every night   Morocco was a drag, cause you weren't there   On my way to London, I missed my champagne flight   When I arrived, my chauffeur wasn't there      I called you up from Paris but I did not find you in   My cherries jubilee tasted mighty bland   On the flight from Stockholm city, I spilled my Chivas Regal   How I get these blues is easy to understand      When I awoke I found out I was only dreaming   But if I have to have the blues, I want the High Society kind   Cause I was down on my luck, tired broke and screaming   If I got to have the blues, I want the High Society kind      When I got back home, my Cadillac wouldn't start   Somebody ripped the top off my brand new jaguar   My swimming pool is polluted; I am never going to be the same   These High Society Blues are such a drag