written by Warren Zevon & Jorge CalderÃ³n. I know these blues are gonna rub me raw. Every single cure seems to be against the law. Went and told my psychic. I said "Keep it to yourself.. I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else.". Word's out on the street. Whispers in the night. They come out of the woodwork wanna see what it's like. Pickle-ickle-ickle. Gonna run that voodoo down. How the crowd gets fickle when your face is to the ground!. Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw. Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw. Now I'm shaking all over. I'm a shattering mass. But I'm gonna sit up straight. I'm going to take it with class. Old man used to tell me. "Son never look back. Move on to the next case.. Fold your clothes and pack.". To the green horned chicken hoppers I say. "Get yourself a trade. Or go hack to the chat room and fade in the shade". Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw. Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw. I know these blues are gonna rub me raw. Every single cure seems to be against the law. I was walking pretty well then I fell into a hole. I should climb out quick but I hate doing what I'm told. Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide. This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive. I don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar words. I don't share your need to discuss the absurd. Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw. Oh no these blues are gonna rub me raw.