HERE IS THE COMPLETE TEXT Woke up this morning, My mind was on the brink. Went into the kitchen, Dirty dishes in the sink! Oh, Lord! I got the Bacchiglione Blues. If I ain’t dead already, you know I will be soon. The city’s full of traffic, pollution everywhere. I’m breathing through my mouth so I don’t have to sniff the air. Oh, Lord! Etc. What a lot of shops! Assistants on their toes. No use to anyone ‘cos all they sell are clothes! Oh, Lord! Etc. We gotta serial killer, and he drives a white Skoda. He’s got a police revolver and his name is Mike Profeta. Oh, Lord! Etc. The ship’s going down; No use to panic. “All you needs a good crew,” said the captain of Titanic! Oh, Lord! etc.