| You |
| Blue |
| On the neighbor’s hill, beer in my hand |
| Whistlin' in wind like a jug band |
| Always in his phone, all alone in that head |
| Golden church in sun, radiating |
| Walkin' down the path I’m creating |
| Always a haiku what you do with Mr. Blue |
| (Let me do it one more time, go) |
| Always a haiku what you do with Mr. Blue |
| You |
| Mr. Blue because he’s all in |
| Blue |
| Tick tock, Ursula’s callin' |
| There’s no chance playin' with whippet bae |
| She’s got blood drippin' delicately |
| Long night of big two, it’s what you do with Mr. Blue |
| Long night of big two, it’s what you do with Mr. Blue |
| Take my time to write it down |
| (I'm gonna) Take my time to write it down |
| (I'm gonna) Take my time to write it down |
| Mr. Blue because he’s all in |
| Take my time to write it down |
| Tick tock, Ursula’s callin' |
| Take my time to write it down |
| Mr. Blue because he’s all in |
| Take my time to write it down |
| Tick tock, Ursula’s callin' |
| Mr. Blue because he’s all in |
| Tick tock, Ursula’s callin' |
| Mr. Blue because he’s all in |
| Tick tock, Ursula’s callin' |
| Mr. Blue because he’s all in |
| Tick tock, Ursula’s callin' |