Green Pepper Blues
There’s a drummer with a hammer
knocking on my head.
He’s playing, One Potato, Two Potato,
Three Potato, Dead.
I’ve got the blues.
I’ve got the blues.
I’ve got the Never-Should-Have-Eaten-Those-Green-Pepper Blues.
There’s a centipede in sneakers
tromping on my chin.
He says, You’d better open up
because I’m coming in.
I’ve got the blues.
I’ve got the blues.
I’ve got the Never-Should-Have-Eaten-Those-Green-Pepper Blues.
If you should see my lover,
tell him, Bye, bye, bye.
Green peppers are the reason that I’m going to die.
He can keep the vacuum cleaner,
and he’d better walk the dog.
I can hear the preacher shouting, She was such a hog!
Well, she could have had bananas,
or a little piece of cake.
Green peppers did her in. It was her last mistake.
I can hear my mother crying,
and I surely hate to go.
If you’re tempted by a pepper, brother,
just say, No.
You’ll get the blues,
Green Pepper blues.
You’ll get the Never-Should-Have-Eaten-Those-Green-Pepper Blues.