All gather round now: I'll tell you what it's all about    You find a good woman and then you fuck her til your hair falls out    A round of applause, please, for the totally clapped-out    You got them Caucasian Blues again      And don't wave your cash around, it cannot buy you into this    'Cause you're a waxy-legged, tacky, meat-faced fool and your money is just cowardice    No sense of rhythm and your name's not on the list    You got them Caucasian Blues again    Oh yeah      And so you finally took the plunge and got into blues rock and you like to give to charity    Because it's easier to patronise than face the facts and now:    I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man    You got them Caucasian Blues again    And again    Oh   And now you're asking me to sympathise and let you off    Because the climate is a-changin' and the times are tough    And you took all that you could but it was not enough and now:    I've heard it said that you are hung like a white man    You're yesterday's news, you've got so much to lose    You got them Caucasian Blues again    Oh!      Caucasian Blues, yeah    Caucasian Blues, yeah    Caucasian Blues, yeah    Caucasian Blues, yeah    Caucasian Blues