Lyrics

WANNABE
Ever since I can remember
I’ve had music in my bones
Singin’ in the mirror
With a hairbrush microphone
Then I started listenin’ to the tunes
Of Hooker, Wells and Guy
And thought I wannabe a blues singer

I met a man in Perth
In a seedy little bar
He said ya wanna sing the blues girl
Well ya gotta be a star
So I got behind that microphone
And I knocked him off his feet
And said I wannabe a blues singer

They say ya wanna do it right
Ya gotta have it bad
Ya gotta feel the pain and heartache
Only given by a man
So if ya meet a nasty daddy
Won’t you send him my way
Because I wannabe a blues singer

Coz it’s a hard act bein’ super squeaky clean
Not a rap sheet on my record not a blemish in my sheen
Never killed no-one for money not for love nor in despair
And my heart lives in a castle not for sale not for wear
But I got a heartache in my pocket and a note here on my sleeve
That says I wannabe a blues singer

People told me I’d be perfect
Singin’ country songs
I thought I want that husky voice
I must be doin’ somethin’ wrong
So I started smoking cigarettes
And drinking gin
Because I wannabe a blues singer

Now I’m singin’ in a blues band
They call me Chubby Rae
Got the elevators pumping babe
Just listen to ‘em play
Still doin’ lots of dodgy gigs
For next to nothin’ pay
But I’m a fair dinkum, ridgy didge, hibernated, carbonated, percolated, ‘nebriated, genuine blues singer